Taboo…

Nothing is as taboo,

Than the secrets I hear all about you,

The day it will come that you will certainly rue,

All that I hear, all that they say, it seems so true …

No subject or topic herein is at all taboo,

I always write what I want, not worried about being sued,

For there is nothing to take, nothing I own worth much,

Short of my home and my dog, both I keep in my hands, I clutch…

So not to worry, when topics I write, about maybe the tropics,

I thoroughly am cautious, yes careful I am, I know when, yes, to stop it,

My stories and poems must seem to be pretty overbearing & disgusting, sometimes,

Like recycling used rubbers, or reusing Q-tips, after they are cleaned in lime…

I try to keep my subjects fun, most times I do really good, others I feel I must run,

But no one has sent me a bad comment, as yet; anyway, you are all so much a hun,

But not to upset you, no I definitely do not want to, you, stun,

But I am mostly happy with what I have written, so far, I know I have written a ton,

This short poem to discuss my feelings, is now over, I know, what a freakin’ bum…

                        © ed – 3/23/04