The Flowers Got In My Way
If I could end the day with a flourish,
And added no new names,
To those who think I'm boorish..
I'd speak words of exquisity beauty,
More importantly, at least to me,
I'd hope that some could see,
An unexplored avenue of thought
To ideas they might have sought...
No "Stinking Flowers!!" I shout
"We are the Federales...
The mounted Poem Police!!
We don't need no stinking flowers!!!"
We are oblivious to word-made towers,
And thus we carry on,
Wearing the poet's robe
that we don,
I was a hair's breath from
a great write...
When by flowers I lost
my sight
I seethed in impotent pain,
My spirits seemed to drain,
Keep those bouquets
away from me,
'Cause I wanna' see...
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