Vicious eyes,
ferocious smile, and an
ass that begged to be
rubbed all night, like
Buddha promises good luck.
But, what that
ass brought was
jail, soup lines, and
homeless shelters.
The heart pounds the
head, then the feet pound
the street;
walking mile after mile,
aimless roaming,
doe-eyed thinking
What went wrong?
Where the hell did
I go wrong?
Then it dawns on
me like the dew
soaked morning.
It was the ass.
Always that
sorceriffic ass.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
A definite statement that can be taken various ways. Nicely done
Thank you for the read and comment.
Gritty. filled with some phrases I liked.
The Buddha Bit in the first Stanza, the fourth stanza, and "sorceriffic." I guess the moral here is to be cautious or end up "behind " the eight ball. _ Phil A.
Lol. Exactly. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Ahh, a poem about a donkey/mule - ass! lol.
Lol
I can relate. I’m guessing that’s a trap that has a tomorrow??
Thanks for the read and comment, Bobby.
Another belter, Thomas.
Thanks, Tom
I would imagine that has been the down fall of many a bloke. Tough out there. Great write Thomas.
Thank you so much.
Since Adam and Eve.
For sure. Thanks for reading.
Seems as though you sacrificed yourself for beautiful body instead of a personality, you are only human, and no outside beauty of any of us last too long, it's the heart and kind mind that stays hopefully. Love this one dear Thomas🌹
Thank you so much. I lived and learned.
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