I’m not a poet…as the following and other scribblings like it will attest to. I don’t have patience for poetry. Yet sometimes I get inspired to do something different, something silly. With the exception of music lyrics and select poets, I am not totally averse…to verse. Serious poetry fans should stop now because I’m just takin’ the piss.
“Oh, baby please. You’re just
Just cross my path again, chump,
& meet this pistol I’m packin’.
I’ve put up with your bull
mad above all else
for swallowing your ego &
If you call my house,
I will not talk.
& when I see you step off a curb,
my car will not stop.
©2015 Jayne Marlowe. Moonchild Press