The Barfing Poet
To see the glowing bowl below
the cooler trough of life.
Where thoughts that flow get flushed to go
on paper marked with strife.
That everywhere a note must flow
the poets flush for life.
As every thought of barf going out
are words he ate by knife.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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