Just Say No, To That Cup Of Joe.

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I download the xml to key
new poetry
into… which site is it…
two, or three
and needlessly
as site 2 or three
is seldom open
and that brings me to
smokin’

which, like the poetry
is a jones
that bemoans a public
rebuke
to which I have no rebuttal
but to suggest that our sins
have a time stamp
and what vamps us today
tramps us tomorrow

and I hear a collective
tick then tock
a counting down
(can you hear it)
on the social acceptability
of the habit-forming
consumption of caffeine…
you fiend

And a Good Morning, to you too.
——

*an xml is a file to move content to another wordpress platform site

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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