Obtuse Confession Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Obtuse Confession



It is true the longer the verb
the more it's blue...It is true.
Still you swing that noun like
a Scottish club.
My pipes you bagged with
little bait,
as it is the Thames it had to
wade across with that kilt
hiked up for all to see in all it's
Havanas.
Johnny mooned them one and all.
Still...Yes it is true..words allude it.
Yes it is true, it has only one goody
and Obtuse confession confuse it.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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