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Smoky Hoss
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Write a poem
that refuses to rhyme and no one will read it.
Pen poetry that makes no sense,
but rhymes every line, and
the world will concede it.
It's a messed up time;
a monkey drinking wine,
with an elephant dancing in a tutu,
the skunk gets drunk, and sleeps in his trunk,
while the world blames either me or you.
- So, go figure,
what's this all really mean,
a rhyme, a line, is it a a nickel or a dime?
...a drink or a wink (I saw you blink!)
Does anyone, anywhere, ever care if it makes sense
in past or present tense,
just so long as the words
-yours or mine-
the listeners find
are simple, and not too absurd...
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