The Worst Of The Expletive Poem by Paul Warren

Stay awake stay awake he repeated
And then the worst of the expletive
For it was just a struggle to maintain
A semblance of order in his refrain

Say it over and over again
Until it became like a long lost friend
But you have to practice the call
If only to make it to the final footfall

And then there were the stares
Without one ounce of heartfelt cares
So wander along within your world
When it comes to the final geld.

© Paul Warren Poetry