A Tuesday In The Den

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Must You Find Out?"

Submitted: May 24, 2017

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Submitted: May 24, 2017



A Tuesday In The Den


I'm not quite the funniest man in town

But I could be a great laugh

I see no reason to stop all the jokes

__that are played on my ass

So you can laugh and laugh

And continue to dance on my head

Go ahead, say it

I'm through with romance

All the pain and suffering

What's it all for?

I heard a blind sheep wobble

I even heard a dead mouse squeak

But what favors my attention most

Is that I can't speak

When the tides come to warp my head

And the sausages play games

__with the hookers that eat them

Watch as me being fried like a potato

__suddenly pulls you closer to your reflection

I'm not here to dance on your intentions

I'm just here to explode my thoughts

And leave behind a deck of cards

To trap you to losing

Over and over again

When the truck falls from the bridge

Don't look at me

I didn't kick it off

I just hope you can learn

__to choke yourselves to sleep

So you can see that you don't need me


05-23-'17 #1

D. L. Cannon

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