The Fork to Come - Feb. 9, 2021

Gary Hunter

Feb 9, 2021

1 min read

poetry delivered with a maniacal grin

exotic slurring and perverse lyrical leaps

might become a public nuisance

if a mob gathers to shout and clap

at the antics of such a person

part of me says

Dream job!

the other part knows

incarceration is a possibility

luckily I have a ways to go

before my career reaches

that fork in the road

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