Ted Cruz, your room is lousy with flowers.
Condoms and old promises
When you leave New Jersey, that’s what I’ll remember,
Me, sitting here bored as a loepard
In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps,
old posts from old FRiends
Velvet pillows the color of blood pudding
broadcast time clocks like dots on a diadem
And the white china flying fish from Italy.
(that was just my reply to Hoosiermama’s most poetic post. I’m still a Cruz fan!)
Now thats not bad at all. Sounds a bit like Jack Kerouac.