Rusted and Blunt; What a Conundrum

my wit is blunt
and i’m as sharp as a hammer
when planets collide
i dip in a swiftly manner
events, they’re so full
way too eventfull, lull, for the likes of me
you see
i
s
h
u
t
d
o
w
n
and corrode
turn into a rusty old toad
because brain be overload
space mode
floating in disscoiation
can of worms into pan
time for sterilization
stasis time
rock climb
ice so thick
it would
break your whole shtick
horizon event
heaven sent
practise lent
and pay the rent

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McDream's Poetry

I write stuff. Mostly comedy. Probably unfunny, if it's not your cup of tea drink coffee.