Now I Have Poems

Now I have poems
coming out of ev’ry frickin’
 
orifice.
I’ll forego elaboration.
 
They are disturbing my sleep.
They are disrupting my appetite.
 
My wife wants to know
where I have been
 
going off to.
No telling.
 
Laundry is piling up.
Leaves are filling the yard.
 
I have forgotten
to get the cars inspected.
 
They won’t shut up.
They refuse to go to their rooms.
 
My sex life
has never been better.
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