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