Meeting Poem by Dan Brown

Meeting



How bittersweet
the blessing of conversation
the burden of brief titillation
the unrelenting dullards
that quicken the clock
with well-rehearsed smiles
and uneasy verse;
how bittersweet the belt
with which to whip me
until I bleed green
and trudge to the font
to begrudgingly spill my
saccharine words
before the baying, paying crowd.

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Work
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Dan Brown

Dan Brown

Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK
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