The fragrance of spring,
The cool days air,
A man about 5'10 sits down,
On his fresh cut lawn,
Wearing no pants,
But his blue stripped boxers size 32 in his messy brown loafers,
showing everything but the package below,
with a Budweiser in hand,
Drinking uncontrollably,
Laughing out loud,
Heard from Washington street, to Mannington avenue,
A family of four swim in a 6 foot pool,
A mom of 40 covers the ears of a girl about 6 of the language never seen or heard,
A father runs inside dialing
9 1 1,
But only to get a machine,
The man about 5'10 stands,
Lifts the can up,
Saying the only 8 words he can think of,
"To Whom It May Concern, Suck It. Amen."
So the man of 5'10 sits down,
As the police pull up,
To arrest the man,
He gets up to run but falls
Over his lawn chair,
And the police slap on the cuffs.
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Little Infinities
PoetryA collaboration of my poems that involve one girl, one day, and three lives.