The Urge. Poem by Bieze Josphat
The Urge.
Woman, I need a pen
Here, man, have it
Not that WOMAN
Am not a capenter
Who makes CASKETS
For the departing?
Am a weaver.
I weave BASKETS
For the arriving.
You are insane MAN
The pen is with you.
Nooooo woman!
I don't mean
My third short leg?
I mean a cigarette
For my lips to peg.
Man, Ok then
Your wage is less
By shilling ten.
Relieved STRESS.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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5/3/2024 2:24:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting style. I was somehow expecting the third short leg, because of the trio woman - pen - men.