Open Poetry #50 |
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Figuring Things Out |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
For the life of me I am, For the death of me, I’m damned. Neither here nor there to you, Well then, just how do you do? Would you take a look at me, Would you tell me what you see? I’m neither here nor yon you say, You’d like to give me away. We meet under summer’s sun, Before we start we are done. Let’s make a pack, yes we can, We’ll stick with our game plan. Its you never is it I, Keep your hand off my thigh. I should have known, yes I should, By your name, Johnny B. Good ©Feburary 16, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
While I wouldn't like anyone named "Johnny B. Good" laying a hand on my thigh either Jerry, at the top of the unwanted advance, I found a couple of lines that I liked: quote:Cool. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Bluesy for your "cool" comments to my poem. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Now, a "Joanie B. Goode?" No problem! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Never thought of that, but you'd be right. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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