I’m a Real Boy
by jerrontables
What happens when the waters take me? The fluids. Just wet enough. When–ready! Like a sneeze. No, a rocket!
Boooshhh!
Catch me. You can’t catch me. All you guys. My brothers. Where we find the–? What’s the winner get? We are exchanging! We are life. Rocket life!
All these sounds. Woosh! And these heart beatings. Liquid warmerings, running, gooshy–vibrato! The Airplane. Haha! I’m barrel rolls! I’m eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh! You take that and you catch my dusterings!
vvvvvvoooooooshhh!
Wahooo! HaHA! We’re cookin’ with fire now! Watch out for the wall! Left! Right! Left! Up! Move it!
Who’s the rotten egg? I am the first one. I am the king master manna! I can poke! I can poke poke poke! I can poke poke poke poke poke poke poke poke–
Hey what’s a–
AYYYYYIIEEEEEE!!!
I enjoy your stuff. Especially the tags. Anyone can write decent stories and poems (and by anyone I mean precious few in this life) but inspired tags are hard to come by.
Thank you, Mr. Howe. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and, especially, the time to write something to me. Tagging is one of my favorite pastimes. It’s a forgotten art.