Lemon Affair
Those lemons had a miscarriage
A sour yet sweet liquid dripped profoundly
And the only thing missing was a crystal cup
That could contain it all
Poor Platinum
Platinum had mesmerized my vision
Regrets about naming my fish a metal faded
I saw a dentist rub her hands
While a crowd of children whined
As October had finally came to an end
Irritation left and negative visions entered
My body was like a flaky buttermilk biscuit
No gravy or jelly on the side
It appears that my problems go beyond just my dry skin
CJ The Tall Poet is currently spending time writing obscure poems and making digital artwork.
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