A Play On Words
You fell for a punchline
when someone’s telling a joke.
You spoke to an undercover cop
trying to buy some coke.
You like repeating quotes,
spoken words,
You wish you wrote…
You see when a poet speaks
words are spoken.
You listen with your heart,
and your nose is open.
Right this minute preforming my pro’s
the metaphor went over your head,
look there is goes.
Giving you the urge
to daydream, meditate and reflect.
You like the way it tickles your intellect.
Now in retrospect
it has that effect,
my words put your
Hearing in check.
But wait!
No disrespect,
with my words
you’re in the zone.
I got your number
and I’m ringing the phone.
Like a businessman
that became a crook.
Now that you’re a little curious
and want to hear
A second helping from the book…
You don’t know it yet,
but your mind is hooked.
You fell for a punchline
when someone’s told a joke.
You spoke to a millionaire
and found out he was broke.
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