Madam Dinky - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
MADAM dinky flips her little pinky,
at the clouds and sun, and trees,
with a hohum burst, she spits in the
dirt, then waits for her beatiful king.
MADAM dinky hovers in her dreams, like
whore, jester, or thief, with a ho hum
burst, she spits in the dirt, then
waits for her long lost king.
MADAM dinky found her lost king,
in a bar down the street, with a
hohum burst, she spits in the dirt,
then takes this drunken king to
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