Poet
I’m not a rat
or even a bat,
nor am I a frog
that lives in a bog,
or a mole
in a hole,
maybe I’m a cartoon
in one’s sitting room?
On a flat T.V screen
looking ferocious and mean,
or could it be I am a designer label
created for this fable?
Somewhat a monster to scare
to haunt, to shatter to share
a child’s worst nightmare
or an aged concern impair.
Maybe I’m here for you
the human race the one’s to screw?
Those that already have stuffed up
in this place where runneth over the cup,
the planet a disgrace
ruled by a nutcase,
nurtured by the motivator
measured by the elevator,
a world of shameful profit
just wish profit did not Rhyme with Poet!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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