On Stars That Twinkle
When Mind is baked,
time Thinkles
When it rains,
the puddles Plinkle
when we cry,
eyes blink and Winkle
lose your mind - go see a Shrinkle
The beer we drink
goes Drinkle-drinkle
Addiction makes
our chains go Clinkle
Make a wish
on stars that Twinkle
wash the dishes
in the Sinkle
pocket change
goes Jing-a-linkle
All of life happens in a Blinkle
When we get old,
our skin will Wrinkle
And then, we'll die -
and our corpse will Stinkle. : P
poem by Ray Quesada
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