A plague on pockets Pox it! Pox on it all!I care not what he hides Beneath his jeans Next to his thighs.Put his hand thereOr pull it out.He hides his money there.Maybe his time?Pocket, pffft, whatever;I know it’s all a lie. This is for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a poem of exactly 44 wordsContinue reading “Pox It”
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