Greg Costello Poems

Untaxed beneath her frail frame,
The sturdy armchair squatted.
Her hands, that had yielded all opacity,
Dangled loosely from cardiganed wrists,
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When I go to my sod surround,
And next I'm summoned from above? ,
To all the angels I'll expound,
My life was filled with deepest love.
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'That's a Stormtrooper there, but with ginger hair, '
I heard the kid say to the man.
'Is he really that white? ', the lad said in fright,
Questioning a complete lack of tan.
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I'm just a young wildebeest, and to say the very least,
Not all that appealing to the eye,
Yet 'round these plains, between crocs and manes,
By the grace of God, go I.
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If horses rode jockeys, not the reverse,
Trainers instructions to nags, would be terse-

'Your mode of conveyance's legs, number two,
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Our incontinent puppy called Bella,
Stood sheepish like some guilty young fella,
As I opened the door,
The brown streak on the floor,
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He drilled and filled and root canaled,
But it ended with dry socket.
The toothless gum ached far less than,
The cavity in my pocket.
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A symptom of a national recession,
Is widespread and collective depression,
Employees from every profession,
Just surviving, but at what concession.
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