When I Was a Poet

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

When I was a poet
I didn’t walk, I strutted.
My two holly bushes
didn’t touch; they “abutted.”
Now that I’m a priest
I mostly stay seated.
My words aren’t so great,
but at least they’re repeated.
When I become king
I will carry a sword
that will be sharper
than any human word.

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This entry was posted on Wednesday, November 16, 2016 at 11:13 pm and is filed under 1.

One Response to “When I Was a Poet”

  1. Edward Nudelman Says:

    Wednesday, November 16, 2016 at 5:41 pm

    Prophet priest king

    Sent from my iPhone


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