this poet’s beef

life’s purpose is to enhance
experience; remain a happy
lecher while avoiding the poison
potion that turns the upstanding hedonist
into a worshiper or worse a preacher
for an absolute either-or horrid
ice cream shop deciding to serve
nothing but chocolate or vanilla;

you know, fuck the strawberry,
butter pecan, hazelnut, one scoop
of this, one of that, this time, today,
maybe next time brave a new combo,
or that’s how happier days happened.
Then one day the Capital C
Creatives – self-anointed no less – arose
and finally gave me an enemy

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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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