If you need a product
advertised in a wack-ass infomercial
just to have friends over
without being embarrassed by pet stains
and odors, get new friends yo. I have gone
over many friends houses, many times
and I have never once embarrassed
my friend over this. It's absurd. People
who can't deal with the vicissitudes
and peccadilloes of nature
in the house
for those who want it there, and
derive a humanly-relatable level
of solace and comfort from its
natural presence
can go pound sand. Those prissy
meticulous individuals should seal
themselves in plastic, cut off
from all humankind and everything else
that smells. Their plight
would be so sad then. You would want
to comfort and solace them, but
there would be no way
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, October 15, 2020
isolationism
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