Listening to Teardrops
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1 min readNov 30, 2018
Enraged, I danced upon a teapot,
kissed a shy hyena
and listened to teardrops
whisper sensational secrets
while Spiderman stole my girl.
It was the least I could do
except scream and squirm
but that would be just
surrealism.
By way of the Chalkboard prompt: Surrealism — One-Line Poetry Prompt