TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Simon - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge
He appears sun crack to tell stories,
as a nun declaring to going folks,
talking an old fun soul named Simon.
Simon lures in by paid encounters,
kids raids at pointing with laughs,
tales told by him cleverly laid out.
Simon portrays humor in his stories,
lips speak a glow ray dip in mystic,
agony had in defined say efforts.
Conflicts heard that still goer,
tales not stop will of all that walk,
said no restriction till in his fact.
Pain by hearers with their reacts,
displays to attract hold a fraction,
showing their conception of facts.
I like Simon stated had endeavors,
or misfit of its slat should ask:
do I thirst for his related told lies?
His stories shock the people passing,
tears jerked from eyes low a mock,
Simon sees it not lock version.
All come to the pure facts spoken,
its home said to had happen to him,
his dome had set in say of himself.
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