I am just
A humble poetic pauper,
Just like the others
Who choose to stop here. . .
Trying to do
A more or less respectable
Presentation of
My rambling
Ideas and thoughts
I might jot down
On loose scraps of paper
Before they leave my mind
In. . . Trying to catch
A few choice whoppers,
And spin a few tales
I'd call . . .eye stoppers,
Although they might not
Seem prim and proper . . .
To what some might say
That being called a poet
. . . Really means . . .
Try to throw back the ones,
Too odd, mean spirited,
Offensive or extreme
(make that obscene)
Flowing
Through my mind stream,
As i let fly my emotions . . .
Trying to use the right bait
To catch the choice ones
I might luck up and find
While fishing
. . .through my dreams
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