A poem about getting up

Selected poems

Late Twentieth-Century Techno-Funk Wake-Up Call

Get up.
Get on up. Beep.

Get up.
Get on up. Beep. Threep.

Get up.
Get on up. Beeeeep. Threeeeep.

Stay on the scene
like a fax machine.


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One thought on “A poem about getting up

  1. purpleb1dda8ea90's avatar

    As long as noone gets to fax it up.

    And why does the message you fax come back ? Parp.

    It should go down the lines like the words you transmit. Burp. 🐞🌻🌊

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