You Cannot Stop Me
by Kevin Chesser
I am making soup and I am stirring my soup with a bone. I can’t tell you where the bone came from. That’s classified information.
If you want me to stop stirring my soup with a bone, you better give me three good reasons and fast.
Because the soup’s almost done.
★ First published in ONLY POEMS ★
Wonderful...but how is it a poem? :)
Goodness, this is dark!