Monday, April 3, 2017

Shrinking Outlooks

I don’t buy protests
but distracted deadbeats
thrusting  novel medicines
into insomniacs.

My well-informed tonic
is restrained in England
we combine our modesty
finding spare rubbish

The pelican doses your stuff
I am alive and inquire an opinion
on shrinking outlooks.

Source: Wodehouse, P.G. A Wodehouse Miscellany.

Day three, so far so good. But then again, it's only day three.  Eventhough, this is a found poem, I am surprised on the final product. There seems to be a hint of politics, what do you think? Find more poets at NaPoWrimo

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