I’m writing a new novel,
it’s going to be hot;
most likely a best seller,
of substance it’s not;
it wreaks of familiarity,
hints of surprise,
foreshadows its ending
(yes, the man dies);
it brims with characters,
who have none;
looking to screw others
simply for fun;
it offers shallow intrigue,
sadness, disaster;
chasing many a lost cause,
but, oh the laughter;
rich in naughty animal sex
(I couldn’t forget that:
the choking of chicken,
the licking of cat);
something for everyone,
written to please;
it dots all of the i’s,
crosses all of the t’s.
~gj duerrschmidt
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