On second thought...
"she loved me or she loved me not"
A ranting paint painter
screwed his recepitcal
into a wronged container
Wherein lived,
in the heart of
an invader-squatter,
property rights complainer
"Pipsqueek"
and started a ferousitidious round of congratulatory
refutednes
to rebuke him
and I conconquested her...
the girl I turmoiled upon
and
didnt like
the labors
when I added my pay
at the bank
"I need room"
And went out and had a drink
"Little runt"
"cant smell a liquor
no more
from a cognac, sherrie
liquid or iced
or my wallet
I absently flushed
in the stool at my bookies
from the get rich sign
at my loaded bank"
"no more, getting old,"
"atmopspheric pressure
or an oldfactory problem where my wages grew tiny
and my esteamed valves rusted
with my swelling inflated
nine and one half shoe
that dont no longer fit
less I pay twice I used to...
just to pound the same dirty old walk
where I live
"I want respect" and had a drink.
"teller -money!!!" As I pounded the
counter they built for stories around her, where I sat every eve for my food and drink
I'd of let him had her if he werent a whole and half rank "
She must had been two thirds arank her-a-self,
as she went with him to his bank.
Little blossommed bastard had her too
I thought
(he didnt say how many times)
but grew from an oldfactory smell
to six thousdand dollars and hour
bought forty six pair of 6 and third
sized shoes
and fifty inflated tons of respect
as he lifted his latent agress with
ease
$300.00 to the pound
at his companies' british division
and
eight dollars interest to the pound at his American bank
with its divested
artificial nose factory
and employment laiden and burden medical bank.
They was all functioning in reputed condition
As their all nations insurancce policies assured them they was there with the fee insured at their bank.
A divesting girl
For a pipsqueeks' likes
As oldfactory taste
like myself
sure be in a confused fashion soon
for an ordinary self like me
along with my newly owned
and divested bank
empire
and my nine and one half walk
just one block and a third
horizontal
from my bank
on the eighieth floor of my newly
purchased estate.
Marvin Eli Kirsh
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