Impromptu Poem by Satish Verma

Impromptu



You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no
spineless resistance.

The skull cap only covers
the baldness hiding
the keratinized skin.

The lust shines
like pearls on your upper lip.
Beehive.

Poking the rabbit
before it jumps, you will
remember the ducks have no ears.

Ah, the learned
professor, he has started
teaching the full lips.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016
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Mac Adrone Adonay 20 July 2016

Very nice, enjoyed reading it.

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