No pseudonyms or homonyms No Sunday Hymns for me No tired philosophy Or talk-shows on TV Got no alias or tale of woe Least none that I would share No talk of such despair Hey, I’ve got clean underwear
No reconstituted words of lust No games or ploys that breach one’s trust No twisted fantasies that Just aren’t fair Not much regret for times gone by Or the ups and downs That go with life ‘cause hey, I’ve got clean underwear
Sorry Ed, I cannot relate on this one, as my underwear are never clean, just put into a glass of water, slightly shaken, not stirred, then hang em on the line over the sewer tank...gives them that nicely fresh stink...can't beat it for attracting dogs...Ed
This was funny at the end and also very interesting. This is a poem everyone can relate to in the entire world and it can mean so many things if you know what I mean.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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