Shit Poetry

Under the shade of an Oak tree

with a feeling of no regret

I will show you my shit poetry.

Chasing the sun to reach there early

looking breathtaking in a dress so violet

under the shade of an Oak tree.

Maybe I’ll charge you a small fee

or a puff from your marijuana cigarette

even this shit poetry isn’t for free.

Art deserves time so you better not hurry

your eyes kissing the paper will get wet

under the shade of an Oak tree.

“It’s about me?” you’ll ask in a voice so husky

I’ll roll my eyes and say “you bet’.

There’s a reason why I titled this ‘shit poetry’.

Our love or this poem, what’s more ugly?

If life was a board game, you’d be a chess set.

Under the shade of an Oak tree

I will show you my shit poetry.