Tuesday, May 01, 2012

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty One, Poem Twenty Eight

Law of The Open Mic Host

If a man slams into your body
while taking the seat adjacent to you
refusing to let you up for your stop
until his pants are completely filled with shit,

it's safe to assume that he's a poet
with one (self) nomination
for a Pulitzer under his belt
who deserves your respect
and can bring friends to the next show.



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