Monday, May 3, 2021

Poem 05/03/2021

Stormcloud Director

I trip myself into a blizzard
and pick apart the nastiest traits
of my entire cast, laundering
every grievance until they sob,
then I ask them to mop before 
leaving. Who. The Hell. Calls

me anymore? Loads of people,
at all hours, solicitors and I love
you but who makes time for 
idle chit chat when there are Idols
to make? It takes an hour to set up 
a punchline plus two hours to strike set. 

I play bingo with misery- forum 
place your bets, slip past the ushers,

those of you I still miss.

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