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I am a writer. /
Thank you for asking, Bear. /
Dog and broom were mum.
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The Poseur
Believes the man of /
The Orange Order: My life /
Matters more than yours.
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Author
Author, dear author, /
I relent, I repent, I plead: /
“Give me one more chance!”
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Flash of inspiration
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A flash of inspiration,
Showering the consternation
While trying to find usurpation
Because the damn thing won’t work.
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Moments of contemplation,
Mental hiccups and gyrations
Have led to this perturbation:
Water and electricity to twerk.
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The world in needed restoration
Could use so full lubrication:
Sweat, blood, toil – an aggregation
Exploding with a jerk.
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The key to the conversation.
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So, the yellow brick road was paved with gold covered in green? A modern Fractured Fairy Tale.
Pumpkin spice
Oh, that pumpkin spice.
Some say, “How nice.”
Some say, “It doesn’t entice.”
In your latte or your cocoa cup,
It’s meant to please, to fill you up.
It’s as though this orange gourd
Was handed down by some manor lord.
But is this what Halloween means?
Lining someone else purse with our green
As we smell it, taste it, baste it,
Living as if we cannot waste it?
Oh, that odorous pumpkin spice,
Coming to offer, to entice.
A little pumpkin can be nice,
But a lot is like having lice.
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