WHAT IS WORTHY OF A POEM?
Life? Death? Love, sorrow or joy?
I saw a vulture picking at a live groundhog today (actually on the lawn in front of the hospital), (JUST LIKE TIME PICKS AT ME)
The navel orange looked good , but didn’t have much juice, I HAVE A NAVEL BUT DON’T LOOK GOOD AND DON’T HAVE MUCH JUICE EITHER.
My feet hurt tonight, poor things. OH! I FORGOT! THEY’RE ATTACHED TO ME!
My runny nose won the race.