Richard Bogartz Poems

She was so sexity
Casting her hexity
Causing me vexity
And anorexity
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It was my turn
Not to burn the roast.
I was mate
For my date
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At my aching age
At this breaking stage
When harsh quaking days
Fly by in a haze
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I watched.
She flashed eyes.
Bar seen queen.
A quicker hooker upper.
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There are entities
In my house.
I am afraid.
They clog my clothes washer
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I have to write a paper.
They want words from me.
When I give them words
They say this is not a sentence.
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A life rife with strife.
A wife with a knife
For a tongue.
She'd come at me
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Testing the limits.
Trusting the cheat
to treat me
As a life form.
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I am blind
in her left tear.
Deaf in her
right cry.
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We have our elder statesmen
In the world of sports
Who send their hands a-wandering
Through young boy's shorts.
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