Gas king Brown


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Gather round for six pence you can see King Flatulence..walking in his gold among the green..ass on leather was his way always farting night and day sets his stage.. page on page lies to read then dream of coming greens.. intends smoke brown as brownest beans.. never know what his words mean.. as he grins.. senseless for greedy gleans..

Sun in sky of different blues ruddy brown in future news.. all in all evades to bad.. the worst may yet bring choking sad.. 

A copied likeness of the founding Flatulence..it has no truth in this or any context..for farts are sacred and private..most hope anyway..

Now industrial revolved brought us tales to hear not solve anti boredom games never evolve..

Until TV ‘based on true’ became a world of all ‘how to’..sensors for each type known to pollute..

Views with news private cruise for rich and filthy destitute.. look oily greed each oil prostitute..

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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