Short Proprietor Poems
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Was gettin' kind of loud,
On the court one day,
The proprietor called out,
to keep the noise level down
Hence the title,
Your tongue-twister clown!
they stopped for a few seconds at her favorite place
A used bookstore like no other
the proprietor watched the gorgeous couple.
Thrilled that Madeline had found a handsome beau
I took a donkey
Over the border from
Nepal into India
In Calcutta
I had tea
When the hotel
Proprietor after checking out
Asked; me 'Any tips?'
I misunderstood & said
'No need.'
Nobody owns anything,
but there are those who want to be
owners of everything...
Have employees and they conceive
they are slaves...
He who has a wife and children,
intends of their lives
be a proprietor. ..
People of that deformity clutters
human progress... !
You follow the black customers around your store where you work.
You think they're going to steal things because you're a jerk.
What you've been doing is wrong and I've spoken to the proprietor.
He says he'll be watching and if he catches you, you'll be walking out the door.
It's people like you who give this country a bad name.
Black people deserve respect, you should be ashamed.
little buck would have been more formidable without the head gear
where do you suppose he found that? the guests asked each other
he’s a lodge favorite, the proprietor replied. We have a relationship
to show them, he walked up to the mammoth beast and added tinsel
add a silver bell! Someone yelled. And candy canes! Screeched another.
How much longer are we going to invite these weirdos? Asked little buck.
If I owned a circus
for you I'd play the clown
(Do jugglers ever tire of throwing up?
Only when they're sick of it.)
or if I had a rickshaw
I could run you round the town
if I were landlord of a bar
drinks would be on me
as proprietor of a restaurant
you would dine for free
and if I had a row boat
I would float you down the stream
but as I have none of these
all I can do is dream
My
Japanese Butterfly
Sole proprietor of my eye
Sole proprietor of my sky
Canary, strawberry
Colors extraordinary
She lives in an orangery
In a hole under an orange tree
Her kisses are of lemon-lime
Citrus, overwhelmingly delicious
Captivating submissive I’ve made
A solicitous conscious decision
To explore, desire, love-n-adore
Till I die
My Japanese Butterfly
Sincerely,
Your Puffy-eyed Chinese Dragonfly
Blended cough suppressant milk fondue
A German issued side arm
and a knee brace
Preparation
Slip shots lock arm to face
What shot you floats arm...less
Then you kneel
Degradation
You are no longer
A sole proprietor of yourself
Now socially secure
to offer without agreement
what causes sovereign downfall
State citizens make prisons
and we offer ourselves
as they take our crown off
Awaken before you can't.
Prospective employers can be difficult to convince.
Especially if they only seek applicants with experience.
A gas station proprietor looks like a horse’s ass
when he seeks experienced persons to pump gas.
To make corned beef sandwiches, one needs two years experience?
There is an employer that doesn’t seem to have any sense.
A job seeker’s hopes can easily be killed
if that’s what it takes for manual labor positions to be filled.
School is a super market
the proprietor hires the premises
prepares parking yard for customers
pays exorbitantly in taxes
goods are labeled with prices
customers pick the affordable
no negotiated interactions
sales executives guide and monitor
guards check out security
ensuring no cheating
preventing any shop-lifting
rich clients eat from restaurants
the rest go hungry, thirsty
what customers carry home
is not the concern of proprietors
money must speak
Harboured in my thoughts,
fluorescent in doubt,
a tortured soul proprietor,
a conservative labour.
Your echo is mý sentiment.
You speak of resonance and depth,
yet your speech is dampening, and shallow.
Our memorles filter the doubt,
and you can no longer push,
so I pull.
I win by default,
a non compliance of your request.
Then you breath out, so I can breath in,
and you are here,
autistic,
a christmas day in June,
exhaled,
I fear you in angels breath.
Form:
Had some time to kill while in
A town we don't know well.
Found a place to eat - looked good,
As far as we could tell.
The booths were cozy, seats were filled
And portions (took a peek)
Looked generous and yummy;
The proprietor was Greek.
The salad was delicious
And the grape leaves were the best.
The soft warm bread most surely
Put will power to the test.
The spinach pie and baklava
Did help round out the meal,
A random unexpected find
And also, a great deal!