Charles Monroe


“medi-Cal Babes” - Poem by Charles Monroe

Jars remind the kind that smoke
Greenish clouds of skunk-ish hope
Lemon colored ribbon cutter
Imagine as if Lennon uttered.
The porcupine Doctor with minimal vision
Certified Encyclopedia-Trition
The post-malnutrition-ed
We now have mustered effort
For the forming of our
Beloved vagabond Peasant Club
A pleasant hub with beach regalia
Where records play on Sandy Players
We play 'Moon Dog' and then 'Mahalia'
In amber gangster paraphernalia
Those we've dumped in love endeavors
Claiming to be ours forever...
Tat for tit thou calm inventions
Marketed for common vengeance
Mta bus Compton Benches
Or beneath the London Bridges
Must we all dissolve in difference?
As Excedrin’s in Merlot
Infrared the canon's fragrance
Or the Doc with jarred prescriptions
It’s so clear to see no difference
When we've had the Doctor's smoke.

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Inspired By Sandy Playas'

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  • Rookie - 36 Points Sandy Player (1/4/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    Respectfully much better than its inspiration. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 4, 2014


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