The Geezer

Poem

Fruitlessly trying to keep it in vogue

Your esoteric style, dressed entirely in baroque

Waiting for the time that you’ll finally become a rogue

Once that 50 million man finally starts to croak

Whispering sweet nothing much into my tired ear.

Telling baby boy ‘There’s nothing much to fear’

Takes 30 seconds time to get you close to near

30 seconds later, baby girl done killed the fear.

Render unto Caesar what is most probably his.

Come back a night later, filling me in on the biz.

Scared to find you might be doubled up with his

Exacerbate those fears with ‘It is what it is’

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Posted Oct 25, 2022, 9:29 PM UTC

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