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gordon nosworthy

Too much fay Not enough man muscle

So, you write poetry
So, you have a sensitive side
Doesn’t everybody
So, are you a little fay
What is fay
Fay is dainty-ness
I’m not dainty
People who write poetry
Are fay
Everybody knows that
How do they know
Breast milk
I don’t follow
We learn from infancy
Who teaches you
It’s most often
A wordless gift
I’m not dainty
But you write poetry
I used to be a logger
Okay, a fay logger
I thought loggers
Were considered tough
They are, very
Then how can a logger be fay
They can if they write poetry
I used to struggle
In a long dark tunnel
Pushing buggies of burning
Wet concrete
Along the inside
Of 48 inch pipes
Deep underground
Fay concrete buggy pusher
I used to be a carpenter
Build houses
Walk along roof trusses
Three stories off the ground
Did you write poetry then
But you do now
An after the fact fay carpenter
I used to play football
Did you write poetry then
But you do now
Fay football player
What position
Inside backer
Clothesline was a speciality
Removing heads
Fay head remover
I used to be a lifeguard
Fay lifeguard
I saved a life
Did the person
Whose life you saved
Write poetry
As well
I don’t know
I didn’t have time
To ask
The judgment
Is reserved
I used to be a bouncer
Fay bouncer
I enjoy art
Do you collect
For money
Only my own stuff
I enjoy writing
Do you make big bucks
I don’t
Even make little ones
I ride bikes
I used to be a truck driver
I used to be a teacher
Fay teacher
What grade
High school building construction
Some high school math
Fay, but with a little less wing
I used to run long distances
Fay runner
I don’t get it
Get what
How everything I am
Is designated
By the act of writing poetry
Its simple, really
Write a poem and you are fay
A personality tattoo
No matter what
No matter what
I used to jump from tall buildings
Did you write poetry
On my way down
I swam up
The Amazon River
A number
Of times
Did the piranha
Yes, my toes
Did you write poetry
Between strokes
Eating piranha
Gave me strength
I used to sell meat
I used to MMA
Did you write poetry
Between rounds
I almost became a lawyer
Yes, between case studies
That explains it

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014

Topic of this poem: poetry

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Colleen Courtney (3/13/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem! Writing is art. Doesn't matter what other job you have, the size of your body or any other external characteristic. It's what comes from the inside. That's what counts in life. Nice job! (Report) Reply

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