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Poor as Poor July 18, 2008

Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.

What sense
Of smell
Of scent
Of Hell
Is satisfaction? Well,
Its quite
when you
miss it,
its all
in all
a tale…

Of mice
of men
of drunken
and wasted
days of yore.

For you
and I
can bake
a pie
but we’ll
sever well…

The timely
that keeps
us tethered
as poor
in hell.

© 2004 Argonaut


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