I'm afraid
no one
loves a
Ploplit 
plopped
on a stump
in goo,
because
many things
in life
lack reason,
and are
very, very 
cruel.

Answers
are electrical
for the
sewer mage,
down deep 
beneath
the grey 
and cleaning
waves.

These futures are forgotten, plodding in dim swim, coiling by the brick, drips forever unwritten.

Till ooze becomes eccentric, to question, buzz and speak, turning all it touches to the grey scenarios he seeks.

This poem was inspired by Dragon’s idea of the Sewer Mage.

Click here to see an earlier version of the Sewer Mage

Seriously 
guys?
Why'd 
I 
have
to 
get 
the
purple 
suit?
If
there's
a 
race 
of
Commie
Moonderthals
up 
here,
I'm 
a 
big
walking
grape 
target.

I went to 
the gas station
and found
gas prices were 
sky high.
So I went to the pet shop
to spend my gas money
on a hamster,
but hamsters cost more
than gas,
no lie!
But the pet lady 
told me that 
mamsters were free,
and I thought,
hey - lucky me - 
now I can spend my 
two "O" five
on ice cream.
I got the
mamster 
and the
little sucker
mangled my hand!
And I screamed
"This mamster
is as mean
as gasoline!"
With that
the mamster
chomped,
and I howled again,
"I'm gonna stick
this mamster in my 
gas tank!"
And the pet lady said,
"Sorry sir.

You can't do that."
I asked why not,
and the pet lady said,
"Why sir,
don't you know?
Gas goes there."

Could this be the end of the Don and Mike Show?