SWEET THING “CONSUMPTION”
Trying writing of angel redheads,
I find the “word store” goes dead…
I’m not really sure
I can stand the impure,
It doesn’t thrill me much, I’ve said.
If visual aids aren’t a thrill,
It’s time to find something that will…
That part of my life
Is tied to a wife
And we’re not telling…!
I’ve found in poetry,
Relating to colleagues I don’t (really) see…
Our words back and forth
Are wonderfully more worth
What used to be important to me.