A Poet Is Amused Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A Poet is Amused

Now when we say good bye give me
a promise with your hands and lips
no, I didn`t mean an apple.
Object
Plutocrat
Advocate
That has nothing to do with grammar.
Who said it did?
The first time I saw naked woman was a September night
she stood by the fire cleaning her private part
soapy pubic hairs
overcome by desire, I ejaculated fell to the ground
in someone else's garden.
Poets are like whores sell romantic poems and show
their filthy souls to anyone in need of a dream.
He goes to the nearest tavern and has a dram
and doesn't let grammar get into it only wishes to live
in a society that ban full stop and comma.