Friday, May 17, 2013

An Original Poem Entitled "Fog" by SB

[I had a little help from Carl Sandburg on this shit. Credit where credit's due.]

Fog

The damn fog comes
on little cat feets.

A bitch parks its fat ass
over harbor and hood
and then a motherfucker
fucks silently off.

4 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Oh babe. And why aren't you a published poet? That is an awesome poem.

Petit fleur said...

Oh SB, this is freaking hilarious! I hope all is well with you.
xo pf

Big Mark 243 said...

Funny..!

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Ms. Moon,
You are my BIGGEST fan. Thank Christ for your ass. I adore you.

PF,
I am hoping the move has been a good one for you, although you lost Ms. Moon as a neighbor, and that would be REALLY hard to overcome. I love you.

Morgaine,
Thanks for still reading my stuff. Now that we no longer work together I have no audience for my creative poetic endeavors except for my blog family. Laugh.

Big Mark,
You are a doll.

Love to all,

SB