Kerouac called them. "Pomes". I used to write a lot of pomes. Not so much anymore. I should get back to it.
"Alas"
by
James Robert Smith
Floating the Sea of Life
I leave
a multitude of injured right wing morons
and
whining butt-hurt liberals
in my wake.
I am amused. And know
that I am doing something the way
it should be done.
Bob on Fuchthalottayu Creek. (With paddle.) |
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