Alpha Bets
wakes up at miserable
NEEDS-TIME a stumbling poet/every
step a letter - BUMPcrashing
fumbling into E; dangerous letter
as a spike like F;
C so smooth like a soft chair;
X to prostrate oneself a C R O S S;
B squishy boobies like Aunt Olga
who lost her secrets within a
dilapidated lie.
Alpha bets are big winners
and sometimes sore losers.
If i could have a word with you
i would use all alpha bets to
just express my imaginary world.
Then. Love?
Never mind---i always
lose that bet.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2018
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