Flow, or: Killin’ it

I’m lettin' go, goin' public;
here I go, goin' for it:
I’m goin' grey, have gone bald, 
(not yet blind or deaf);
I've long gone out of fashion;
am goin' downhill;
but I won’t go out softly;
phat flow's 
goin'... 
in... 
for the kill! 🎯

The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #122.

The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “go” in a quadrille.

80 thoughts on “Flow, or: Killin’ it”

  1. I want to embrace my silver, but it hasn’t embraced me yet! It’s hiding underneath the dirty blonde. Nothing wrong with bald – my husband once had very long auburn waves and then started going bald in his twenties. I can’t imagine him any other way now. Going old disgracefully is fun.

  2. Quadrille you say. I’m adding this one to my list of forms to try. Skidding sideways into the grave is a fun way to go but I’d rather not get into that flow!

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