A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

*Harry leans on the fresh shined bar, eyes fluttering like navy semaphore's, disappears into the back room* Zzzz ..Zzz Zz snort, snuffle
 
If Harry's taken situation wasn't in place, I would creep in and prove just why taking a nap on 'The Sofa' wasn't a good idea ........ eases itchy fingers away from self locking handcuffs and goes to find something else to do with them. Dances alone
 
I must stop submitting poems just before the weekend but if it's competing with yours Champ it stands no chance!
 
Boobs & feather dusters!
No one told me this was a fetish bar.
~Goes home to change into latex clothes~
 
A question out of the blue ............ do you ever one bomb? I ask because I'm afraid I have just been found guilty of such. My only excuse is that poems about licking smelly feet are a BIG turn off!
 
smelly feet, fuzzy
dice, dusty parameters
all against the rules

songs that won't be sung
feet that cannot be licked clean
without sniveling

my toes are ugly
a hot shower awaits them
like unvarnished doom
 
I varnished some truth but it went away.

Maybe I should have used shellac.
 
If it's moral for bugs to exploit and eat people, why is it wrong for people to exploit and eat bugs or other critters? I say, exploit those bugs! Seize their precious bodily fluids! Don't let them die in vain! Shellac every truth!
 
I once watched a man eat a couple of june bugs on a religious dare. A few minutes later when he puked, it was neon green and purple. Kinda poetic
He said, "i may not have been in the right spirit when i ate them"
 
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