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
