Lipogram 1- Asinine Words
At what point is it fair
To wallow in a bit of doubt?
Against so much optimism
That I’m about to call out.
For if you say to I
“It's coming, for I know you,
Your situation’s on an up.”
You’ll know what I can do
And of your words, you say
I find it muchly trying
Your words, so stupid, causing pain.
Stop talking to I, lying.
And I think if you don’t stop
Things will obviously start going south
And if you do not shut it,
You’ll find a punch to your mouth.
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Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
July 26, 2020
Copyright © Auden Marrin | Year Posted 2020
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