IT tumbles, spins, sprawls, then melts into fat blue,
with a crackle and a loud mutter, this fat blue turns
into fat green, so exquisite fat green mutters, to be
a part of this bottled up fragile and paddled moment,
and to live to tell about it, just like walking on water,
and it tast like chicken, in comes fat black, to set things
right,
ladys and gentlemen, can i have your attention please,
the exit signs are on your left, and what ever you do,
dont open up pandoras box, if you do, your find a
snake, and a big red apple.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fat-blue/
