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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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