My friend Dale
complains constantly.
He's a millionaire,
but says he's
always broke.
He quit drugs, and
rubs it in everyone's
face.
He rages when the
world is at war,
and complains that
it's too quiet during
peacetime.
He talks horribly to
his friends, and he
smokes cheap cigars.
He doesn't like
art, and he's never
read a book.
Dale has a small
pond in the back
of his house where swans
listen to Mozart and
mate, while squirrels and
raccoons share pomegranates
and waltz all night
long under that big yellow
laughing moon.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2024 10:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Here is a link to my recent book, Rise Up Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888 And Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com
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- Users favorite of this poem: aDarkerMind, Teddy.15
Comments9
Amazing
Thanks.
A fine write Dale, erm, Thomas. lol.
lol. TY
I think I know him he sounds just like a guy I know. I don't like him much though. Great write Thomas
tHANK YOU.
No insight, full of contradictions - like far too many people.
When Is he getting that damn pond filled in?
Lol. Thanks for the read and comment, Dave. Much appreciated.
Good words Thomas.
Andy
tHANK You.
Excellent poetry TWC .. N 🙂
Thank you, sir.
Have me met?
lol.
another fine write my friend
Thank you.
Kudos for your imagery, I absolutely love the ironicness of the pond and that live in it, all the joy it brings to the moon. lol this is brilliant. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
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