brand new poem….

Photos of Barbie Angell by Rodney Smith - Tempus Fugit Design © 2013

i measure my depth in centimeters….

sometimes i’m as deep as a puddle
and can’t fathom the fathoms you feel.
i’m the wittiest one in the huddle
but none of the ad-libs are real.

the names are all changed to protect me
from the youth that i gave up for lent.
and while it’s designed to deflect you,
the laughs that you pay are not spent.

they’re saved up for when i am lonely.
they’re stored up in brown, paper sacks.
and until i am my “one and only”,
i can barely afford the steep tax.

so i go out to bars in the evenings
and i banter with wit and small puns
’cause i know that the laughs you are leaving
will help when i get low on funds.

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    1. thank you. : ) after reading it, i remember writing it. i like it a lot better now myself than when i first wrote it. it’s pretty much a first draft. i pulled off the road to write it down so i wouldn’t forget it. i think that’s why Shel Silverstein never drove….he didn’t want to take the chance he’d lose an amazing idea. : )

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