Dirty Air Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Dirty Air
Mighty cloud in the sky.
PURPLE, ORANGE, must ask why? ? ?
Smoke stack glory, over the hill.
Mask on - feeling less ill.
Sex life went, that pill.
Oxygen mask, token the thrill.
Went to church, GOD cried.
Smog enveloped the temple wide.
Many cars upon the ground.
Monoxide wonder feeling sound.
Vomit stench, deep breath now.
Doctor said, 'FARM WITH COWS'.
from my poetry book DREAMS 1
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