One male goat – a whole herd of females so why is he so unhappy?

My Gut Is Like An Anvil.

A dark poem dedicated to the lovely Caroline.

I did this for a story in school. Please comment and like!

As Steve Martin once said, “Some people have a way with words, and some people … uh … have not way, I guess.” This poem is not intended for anyone in particular. It’s solely just for the sake of being silly.

Featuring a genie, her pets, and her bikini.

This is a poem about the frustrations with poetry being devalued by certain organizations.