Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler Poems

adopting a nom de plume
is kinda like buying a new leather jacket
it's stiff and mildly uncomfortable at first and you're
not exactly sure it even looks right on you
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Oh, i remember Zimmy
Quiet, anxious, and young

But you never could believe a single damn word
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as she wrote 'i love you' on his Valentine
it cut her with its edges and she took it as a sign

six years later, he's long gone and she disregards
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i can never find my name on the top 500 list
of which, none of the poets or poems belie
all of my chums are in the top 500
why, oh why, not i?
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O, NASCAR driver, you're my idol
becuz none o' y'all don't give a heck

for pukin' up your organs vital
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the sun shoots up
and explodes like a rocket
last night's tears
still damp in his pocket
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sometimes writing is like pulling the
teeth of a thrashing shark whilst
his mouth is wrapped tightly around your leg
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suffer the little children!
suffer they do, and how!
they are padded, protected, petrified
as they dangle ‘neath broken bough!
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i think most people (no matter how educated

or sublime they thought they were) wouldn't recognize
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this is not a poem, this is a thank you note

frankly, i don’t have fun anymore.
the marrow has been sucked from all my bones.
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