The Poem Hunter - Poem by Max Reif
I sat all day in the blinds in the marsh,
trying to trap a poem.
I set my traps in the deep woods.
I dug a hole in the ice,
but the poems weren't biting.
The poems were too smart for me,
they were onto my ways.
They'd gotten my scent
and stayed away.
I was getting hungry,
starving for poems.
I was wasting away.
FEMA never brought me any poems.
The government never air-dropped
At last, a small poem came by,
but it wasn't much,
it didn't have much meat.
I'm starting to think
these regions are all poemed out.
I need to head for a wilder place.
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