The Paper Pauper

by trippetta TC   Feb 4, 2009


Who are you hiding from(?) A pauper,
Proper?
Paper profit, I can't stand it!
Tad pole:

Just rooks, simple crooks
crick creak
Water to wine to vinegar
Bitter
Shake the pig, silver majesty
Slow swan
Sure and steady grace, been misplaced
loon lark
Here's your plot?
What did you trade in?
Daisy Mae not play anymore by the
sic

Amore
Pay the paper pauper his share:
Two bits

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    Although the true meaning of this poem may escape me (yet it dwells on the edge of my consciousness) I'm drawn to the randomness and form of this poem

  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    Although the true meaning of this poem may escape me (yet it dwells on the edge of my consciousness) I’m drawn to the randomness and form of this poem

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