At ten I left the Odeon
The rain: pouring down
Rescued by a lesbian
Umbrella: brown
Man of God unrobed me
Said: "It isn’t true!"
Christ already told me
Politics: blue
Started project “Scandal”
Secret ink: unseen
Pushed down on the handle
Faces: green
Returned to the cellar
Bed: a sack
I see forever now
Future: black
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2 comments:
Great poem. Very clever.
Thanks! I wrote it years ago. I wasn't even drunk!
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