Man Of Soap Poem by Christoph Praus

Man Of Soap



Gaze upon this carven dandy,
So slick and craven in the rain,
Doffs his hat, his smile so wet,
Oblivious to fated death;

And so goes the carven dandy,
A man of little,
A man of Soap,
And of tiny, hopeless hopes.

Friday, April 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: water
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