Phone--Homo

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Phone--Homo

“We must polish the Polish furniture.”

--Eddie Snipes

As the ferry flounders, it wishes

for fairy wings.

Red rain is never as bloody

as a red reign.

The princess rose to pee,

and that’s when she found the pea.

The collar was white hare, but

the caller labeled it just hair.

Vikings loved their battle axes, and

conquered others on every axis.

When struck in the face with a hard ball,

there’s nothing to do but just bawl.

Too many folks have lost their senses as

they join Trump’s burgeoning census.

When the temps top a 100, one doesn’t need

to coax others to consume cokes.

A muddy pond of ravenous koi

can never be considered coy.

Suddenly I hear the sound of murderous caws

for no apparent cause.

A young maiden who is chaste

is simply waiting to be chased.

Crushed blackberries must certainly die

to render some Native American dye.

I feel obligated to have to add, one

never finds a job from an ad.

Though haggard and leaden-eyed,

the resistance waits for the next Ide.

Yes, there’s a manager who oversees

all produced goods that are sent overseas.

No matter how hard

the wind blew, its lips never

turned shades of blue.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub