Arse Poetica
From poetaster to poet-ass
This ain't no leaf of grass.
Walden's pond is a stinking morass
And love is but blaring brass.
No Elysian fields lie yore
And the meadow is a blooming bore.
Nature is reduced to God's only whore
And all I feel is a whole lot sore.
Jealousy reigns supreme
Oh, why can't I just continue to dream.
If Life's best offer is a Krispy Kreme
Go to Hell if you don't like my scheme.
Copyright © Gary Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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