Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Monologue

Foggy Noise Blowback

You got your patsy finger 
pointing at me,
but what about your 
other three pointing back

I don’t have to be 
a math genius
to thumb my nose at that

Always trying to spittle throw 
the dung blame my way
Funny how it Pinocchio nose
blows back in your face

Foggy be the pale moonshine truth,
misty spoken by you
Ear noise, so 100 decibel fool proof:
Murmuring telly boo

Wave the crooked finger,
lip foist the fall guy
Foul windpipe harbinger,
guttural gloomy sky

Pirate odds is pigeon dropping,
parrot dice blowback
Polluted cheeks botox flapping,
brumous noise attack

Disingenuous index keep spinning downward,
how retrograde 
does your ill swarm tongue flies

But[t] the puff evidence is blowing backward;
murky lip trade
always traffic in constipated lies

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Michelle Faulkner September 15, 2020 at 7:22 PM Excellent verse, Freddie, I really like 'don't have to be a math genius to thumb my nose at that' (maybe because I was always bad at math!) Keep writing your truth, it is so illuminating!