Commonality
I don't care what you
have to say;
even a rat's ass
has its purpose
but do not tell me
how to write
for even that
I do not know
although wine
incites my pen
and makes my rats
scurry off.
Such a stuffy tint
of beige you like
while mine is more
the puked green.
You like ivy wraps
that snug you tight;
I like ladies who love
their feathered boas.
And while you meter talk
like an ambic clone,
I talk in street
stressed with sweated grit.
So yes, we share
a lot it seems
but not my bottle,
nor my pen.
I don't care what you
have to say;
even a rat's ass
has its purpose
but do not tell me
how to write
for even that
I do not know
although wine
incites my pen
and makes my rats
scurry off.
Such a stuffy tint
of beige you like
while mine is more
the puked green.
You like ivy wraps
that snug you tight;
I like ladies who love
their feathered boas.
And while you meter talk
like an ambic clone,
I talk in street
stressed with sweated grit.
So yes, we share
a lot it seems
but not my bottle,
nor my pen.