Antacid Poem by Doris Cornago
Antacid
Life's fun when young
At forked road, find
Two hands are empty
Grasping at straws
Lost all in gamble
Pride in trample
Gullible fool
Pitiful tool
Paid torpor
Palindrome
Monstrous
Mimicry
Wasted
Time
Dip
In
Lime
Drink
Antacid
Drawn out
Dereliction
Grave matters
Source of fears
Arrears in litter
Your life's clutter
Passion poisons air
Rolling in the gutter
Recriminations rankle
Sad affairs in fetid water
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5/17/2024 1:15:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is dedicated to the King of Alley cats still on that forked road to Never-Never Land, where I hope to find him when I go on a long road trip sometime soon. Hoping to do that E A Poe-ish epic poem soon. Remember this, my friends, whenever you are heavy with poems, give birth, don't abort. Fetch me and I'll ride along.