I read you some new poetry
from my little book
You said it made you sleepy
minutes was all it took
But it was not my written word
this truth I did surmise
The fact of what it really was
is written in your eyes
You rolled it up in silence
no sticks or stems or seed
While I read, you smoked that joint
of sweet green fragrant weed.
(just a bit of humor, I hope you get a chuckle)
1.
Unfortunate for him
Without payment
The mortician feels
That he got stiffed
2.
He felt there was no spark
Left between them
So the electrician went out
And got buzzed
3.
Being alone another night
The butcher stayed home
And pounded his meat
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