Franz Von Bayros, I anoint thee as my true life coach

given a choice, oh it is far better to turn a town
into a nest of crazy hornets than to lounge
in a flowerbed labeled acceptance.
Anyone who had to keep relocating
to other countries because of creations
deemed unclean and threatening public
decency earns hands down high contender

status for a coveted biography;
no wonder the smile in the portrait.
Knew what he loved. Plunged headlong and drew.
Showed the decent exquisite cunnilingus.
Knowing in private, protesting tongues
had better things to say like nothing;
went silent. No wonder the smile.


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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