A Facebook Poem – May 21, 2018
Now I smoke pot with students,
Tell dirty jokes in verse,
Watch fucked up movies that make me
Feel like screaming for free soup.
I host kareoke and enjoy prosperity
Unbruised, skin calloused by time.
My bank got robbed, but this
Bandage will keep the blood from flowing,
And eventually my woman instincts
Will kick in and I’ll
Make us some sandwiches.