A Poet Is Amused

A Poet is Amused Now when we say good bye give me a promise with your hands and lips no, I didn`t mean an apple. Object Plutocrat Advocate That has nothing to do with grammar. Who said it did? The first time I saw naked woman was a September night she stood by the fire cleaning her private part soapy pubic hairs overcome by desire, I ejaculated fell to the ground in someone else’s garden. Poets are like whores sell romantic poems and show their filthy souls to anyone in need of a dream. He goes to the nearest tavern and has a dram and doesn’t let grammar get into it only wishes to live in a society that ban full stop and comma.