Amusing image found
as leftover in a poem
by D. H. Lawrence, the
mentor of my youth
about sex & love
how to deal with the
opposite sex under
life's daily slog, irony
frustrations, bitter pills
as well as those few
triumphs a person is
allowed by fate & luck
stuck as we are betwixt
thunder & mud, itching
sores, kissing bug bites,
tables turned, cups
drunk, wine spilled
dishes broke but
glued back like new
to once again dust off
my duds and stop the
reign of terror, to go
up the stairs to a warm
bed to dream about a
lobster on tiptoe.
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