Sunday, September 17, 2017

Poem: A Poor Substitute Can Teach a Rich Class Tho

wonderment
what wonder meant
i do so wonder what i could have lent
just how far it would have bent
which bar stooge could play fent
which stilts you gave up for lent

excellence
so excell hence
from henceforth lose all pretense
wherefore doth booze call intense
when your broth soothes and unmakes tense
and yet your sight leaves boys unfenced

fantasy
i'm a fan to see
openers twisting canned rigidity
foreigners mixing banned simplicity
an internal infernal rotting disease
cleansed beings ran run to the holy see

friendship
the ship that sails friends
ropes too frayed to keep the sailor's end
hopes too slayed, no peeps, barb or ken
folks dismayed at evil unearned
Yet you earned,
Yet you yearned;
Still unlearned. still once loved..

- Peter

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