I almost forgot.
I need a poem.
Just like my hair
Now needs a comb.
That was questionable.
I’m in a hurry.
It’s a poem a day,
I have to scurry.
This was horrible.
Tomorrow will be good.
At least we can hope.
Let’s all knock on wood.
Amen.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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