why we are tramps 2

or let’s say it so: brute candor
admits an authentic success
sits wearing a sneaky sneer
for a certain color of goose,
wishing and laboring on
the best wet dream which is to conjure

a creature a reader or viewer
both loves and loathes; give it hideous
eyes, nose, ears, but the most wicked tongue
and talents innate and without
bottom – yes, the squirm, shoot for
the squirm, the more public the better


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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