Where They Are At Poem by Mark Pollins
Where They Are At
He has no arms or legs but how he sings
He is obese and has bad eyesight but he is felt in the heart
He is in eternal darkness hasn't got an inkling
But what stories he conceives and tells
And that one wears a clean expensive suave suit
And this one has a sparkling clean apartment
They never want to be where they are at
They spew out diarrhea
And gulp down empty air
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4/25/2024 2:04:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Mark Pollins. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.