A Poet's Dozen An Invective Contest
the sticks and the stones words not thrown from glass houses fun must be in play
When playing the dozens with oneself Is the epitome of humor in and of itselfAs when rubber sticks to glue As you are nursing a rhyme shattering the mirror Downplaying the mother of necessity You realize she your mother too Jazzing with the rhythm and blues effigy No matter how you win this must brew Twelve out of twelve you also have to lose 10/31/2015
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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