Punk Pulp Poem

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So one of my best-est buddies …Judi the wonderful Riverdame … wanting me to bad poem using the following six words…
mischief, waiting, dust,
orange, solace, address

Punk Pulp Poem

Fresh to address
some dust gathering
a crisp gist
often comes dressed
in jailhouse jumpsuit

a mischief
if not a misdemeanor
-in fact
a felony
in waiting
for those
seeking solace
in the habitual
and anxious in understanding
their understandings
are apt to become…
freshly squeezed

Thanks Judi

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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