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The Poetry of
RWS Jr.

By RW Spisak Jr.

the enigma players present
the intent to disguise
from your sardonic surmise
and your green winking eyes...
our pleasant lesson.

Impressing finality with reality,
our case to displace the initial disgrace
at the price WHICH
although quite steep
is seldom by sheep
viewed as heavy-already

OUR CONNECTION,
in this section,
need we mention,
quite possibly asleep

may yet be viewed as
subdued, rude lewd hardly barely crude.

 

This obtuse ruse
like the line of our spoke
cast a rope of  hope
to the out-thereing despairing...

"AM-WE"
locked from the bombshelter of your heart?

AM-I damn-eye,
the fools gold in the Fort Knox of your dreams?

Not to confuse or contort,
the logic of sane..
.what do I mean speaking-plane

NOT CONFUSE
but amuse

Our intent scantily scent
Nary say die...

repent!!!!

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