Grease Spot On A Poem
Grease Spot I wish I were a grease spot On the paper of my poem. Wow… if that could be… If I could sit and see the readers face, His smile as words embrace his lips And trace the meaning that is me, What joy, what ecstasy... hummm... He doesn't seem to see my creativity? Well, hell, if not… Erase the spot.This is a sophomoronic exercise. Nobody writes poems about writing poems! Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 02:25 PM PST, same as above 0 • 1
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