Meeting John and Speaking With Him
I had just spoken with John!
To meet the bastard I’d sworn,
My planned time 5:00am dawn,
Over his fertile grass lawn
He had had to treat with scorn,
Contented with being a con…
“You listen to me, Hot John!
Yesterday, you know, is gone,
A new day baby now born
And with it the Newest Morn!
In a morn one does not mourn;
Announcer of this: God’s Horn!
Good proof: True Life is not torn
Nor True Life true face outworn…
You’re , then, to face farm’s corn:
The white, The yellow and the fawn,
All its thought pains to be borne…
But then, to ask, are their pains?
Aren’t the growth of corns from rains?
Good luck wishes times ten, John
As you avoid your clique’s Don,”
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