Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Tuesday, April 05, 2011
NaPoWriMo, Day Five, Poem 4.5
The fool on the street plays a lute
in hopes he can turn praise to loot.
Alas, it's no song and dance
but the shit in his pants
that helps him to bear any fruit.
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