Larry's pick-up truck
ran into the fence
that came from out of nowhere,
proving he was drunk.
The truck was just painted
red by Morris, a tall man
who wore the same
suspenders to work,
where Ms. Murphy
has a chew in her lip,
and says 'good day' to Laverne
at the very same moment.
He had just replaced
the radiator,
and was already getting
a rash from the handcuffs.
Mow the lawn for me.
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I have a terrible rash developing on my back, I think I've been sleeping with fleas or if not sleeping, ahem, communing.
How you been? I like poems like this. Very much. Write more when you are able.
Lisa
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Aye, Lisa, thanks for stopping by with kind words. Sorry about your rash-- fleas suck.
I have been busy working and reading and drinking and trying to laugh whenever possible... Writing is slow as I absorb new information. Thanks for the encouragement!
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