The Guest Book Poem by Joachim Ringelnatz

The Guest Book



Dragged to a Guest Book sans pardon
You are non-plussed
You feel locked up into the john
Needlessly. You feel disgust.

For many guests in passing by
Want not to leave their writ
And throw their ink dabs, on the sly
Unseen, where they may fit.

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