I saw a white haired man today at work who inspired this minor poem. The picture above is not the man I saw, wish it was though. I hope this bit of word play is fun to read.
His beard is as white
As powdered drugs
His smile is as black
As midnight bugs
He wakes from a bed
Of dirty needles
And starts his day
With breakfast eels
He goes to the store
Dressed in flesh
He arrives back home
W/leeches on his chest
For dinner he licks
Frozen antique nails
For dessert he eats a
Bowl of lab rat tails
He makes no apologies
He likes being weird
We shouldn’t judge
The oddball w/the white beard
3 comments:
And that oddball was Robert Frost, of course.
Or isn't he a bit of all of us? Also, fun poem Jeff, I like. Especially breakfast eels.
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