miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010

P is for poet

P is for poet

On a sidewalk a dog eats chicken’s feet
So I write about mammal’s team spirit
Another thing the other living things
Must to worry about

It rains again 
Over the puddles of the previous rain
So I try to write about the excess
The redundancy and originality
Of every individual life

Well my friend 
Even if there are not P’s in my name
I’ll waste ink and paper
On every theme I would like
Because here we’re all: “Democratic”

VABM September 21, 2010