Faux Poem by Troy Ulysses Davis

Faux



The poems are cards.
The game is Bard.
You're dealt a pen,
Papyrus, longhand ability.

You can journalistic
or paint a picture of
beautiful confusion.
Place percussions in your lines.

Trumpets challenging guitars
to a duel. The tempo is get up
and bard dude. It suits you.
Lightweight ruse.

I canvas manga
titan tango.
Monie Love, Slick Rick.
Coming to America.

Def leopard's Hysteria
not far behind them.
The Wee Papa Girls
lost in the shuffle.

Dorchester gets all that
just Ester. Every Joker,
Jester angled up and
Molested.

Tarantulas, widows, arachnids.
Defunct TWA business.
New planes. Old webs.
The watch it is to catch Spidey.

Diplomacy is now a felony.
Macys sued and won!
Scholars of etymology yell
Retreat as rad lore is born.

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