Daniel Turner Poet Rhyme

Junk Sale

I'm thinning out some things of mine
I do not want or need
Some for sale  some for trade 
Most of it is free
My poisonous relationships
They gave  me fits and rashes
All the bridges that I burned
Well, there's the can of ashes
Wishes are a dime a dozen
Believe me there are plenty
You can have my broken dreams
And thoughts are just a penny
This box of nickels is dirt cheap
They're all made of wood
A pack of lies that I bought
Some are pretty good
There used to be some happiness
It seems to be misplaced
I lost some time that I was given
But most just went to waste
These mirrors with smoke, a pig in a poke
A hook, line, and sinker
All came free with my insurance
From unscrupulous hood-winkers
My policy is "No returns"
I hope you'll understand
If you're like me then you'll agree
This junk's still in demand  


national poetry competition entry under my pen name "poemdog"

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Freddie Robinson Jr. June 11, 2017 at 1:24 PM Cool, cool poem, Daniel. It made me smile as I read your wit-laced truths. Oh, the foibles we need to give away like junk, so well expressed in this spry, delightful poem, my friend. Intellectually charming poetry that is done w/such irreverent ease. Love and peace, bruh.