Yes, I can scathe my body in the flames,
The bandages will shortly fall away;
All their money is to buy my happiness,
When I am driving on their fools’ errand.
Yes, I am looking patiently for a law,
To fastidiously heed, can you paint
As well as Picasso, there’s a footbridge,
Out there, a beautiful bridge on a stream.
Yes, as a boy I was a fisherman,
On the back of a ferry with dough lures.
Fox News says that spores falling from the sky,
Are landing on the leaves from a U.F.O.
Was from a movie I watched long ago,
And I’ll sleep now: four stanzas are enough,
To devout to such a poem besides I
Have to consider form if I want to
Be a Poet. Now then it’s 4:01
In the morning, I will go sleep or else,
I would miss my doctors’ appointment--
If I’m late he’ll plug me to a socket.
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Copyright 2022 Jeffrey Merk
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