Friday, April 28, 2023

April Is National Poetry Month!



I don't have to work.

I don't have to do nothing

but eat, drink, stay black, and die.

This little old furnished room's

so small I can't whip a cat

without getting fur in my mouth

and my landlady's so old

her features is all run together

and God knows she sure can overcharge –

Which is why I reckon I does

have to work after all. 

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