Three poems
“Place” by yours truly
If you don’t know what your place meant
Then you may need a replacement
And end up outside lying on cement.
What can I say but repent.
Oh, Sid the Kid,
You did what you did.
“Still” by yours truly
“Are you still sad and boring?” she asked.
“Boring?” he replied and added, “Have you had breast implants based on the scars?”
“No, dummy. Breast reduction to help relieve back pain. Another man said I was more attractive with my bigger original boobs.”
…
“You’re only a model, but this pop song is what a man visiting a prostitute he cares for feels like.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“Pull” by yours truly
Pull her near you
As she comes nearer.
But do not fear her.
Let me make it clearer:
When she speaks, hear her.
And listen.