Hankie Yankee Poem by Nat Z. Punx

Hankie Yankee



sitting on my island of pounded sand
i see something bobbing towards shore
message in a bottle
cheap wine flask
perhaps someone is seeking me out
maybe another castaway
i uncork the bottle
and pull out the paper
it is from Buk
maybe some great insight
a gem for the downtrodden
nope just one of his silly assed cartooons
my bottle's empty tonight chuck
though you would recognize me as a friend
streamlined conciousness
i am the magic rat
since the day i was born
in new orleans
i think you would remember me
i was the one
with the scruffy fur
and the spark in his eye

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Nat Z. Punx

Nat Z. Punx

peoria illinois usa
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