Poems from Lipinski
Taking to task the vernacular of, "hello."
The Sun smiles
Wind shudders
Clouds scurry to leave the scene.
"Hello." and a reply, hello
Then...
(some say offensive. I say, kindness)
To ponder death of sickly horse flesh; beast of burden fallen to age and work
Thinking of poetry of...
A lot of wind and rain
Perfect rendition
and then the sun will forget it ever happened.
Pulled the string and found the carpet does not exist.
Accepted the limit.
Pulling hard.
Tonight I will call on God's bluff to win the pot...
Women should be hunted like rabbits
and left for the dogs to clean up the scraps.