A Delightful Situation
As the world turns
The will within burns
Feelings of thought returns.
Gluttony, ego, spite
A slight bright bite
On-site in plain sight
No playwright
No exit or stage-right.
It was a terrible afternoon
There was a fly in my soup and no soupspoon
I felt like a werewolf howling at a full moon
Images of a hellish cartoon of a baboon running with a harpoon
Into a crowded commune gathered together on a pontoon
Instead, I breathe in deeply and release all negativity
Calmly direct my creativity of sensitivity
Toward the waiters with proclivity
And continue my talk on the theory of relativity.
Desire and Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 10/04/2022
Copyright © Form Al | Year Posted 2022
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