The Poetry of Richard Schletty | ||
DOMINUS PROBOSCIS | ||
His large nose
senses no mystical realm, no god, no hope, no aroma of love. With dulled senses He cannot adjust His attitude stinks. He is an automaton He is an easy mark, Lord, help the man. |
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