2011 - Day 117

A slimy pterodactyl
Swims across the sky,
A putrid tiny octopus
Climbs into my eye.
A dumpster filled with broccoli
Rolling down the street,
An over-sized esophagus
Coughs up curdled meat.
Three bullets fly up overhead
Each made of milk and glue,
When they reach their target spot
They'll head back to their crew.
I listen but I don't respond
That's because you're stupid,
You say things that don't make much sense
Like you strangled cupid.
I want to turn and walk away
Your words they do not matter,
But, intrigued, I must admit
Reality does shatter.