Visitor From Simileville
(100 Words)
Today, my poetry is like an uninvited guest, sprawling on your sofa longer than you (or any of your other guests) want it to, drooling nonsense like a newborn and smiling far too broadly, like it's a member of some insane clown posse, stringing together whackadoodle similes, most of which are (like Humpty Dumpty) totally off the wall until your saner guests shift to the other side of the room or into the kitchen like they're the last few of their species, fearfully migrating to safer, quieter environments where they get to decide between direct sensible speech and complete silence.
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