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. Gutenberg.org http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8190/pg8190-images.html
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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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