Secret
Here’s a little secret.
If it makes any sense , keep it.
Why am I here ? What’s the reason?
Well , it’s like poetry roulette.
Spin the wheel for Bukowski.
What does a double zero mean ?
I quit the booze but I’m far from clean.
Sometimes I run in the red , it’s a force unseen.
Compound interest , in my Kharmic Scale.
Zippy the pinhead got me out of jail.
Lets put this in and see who I be...
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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