Plastic Wages

My hideout is Zen in an opium den.

I run with the clowns carrying mack tens.

You can see me through eyes equipped with a lens.

I smell like an old man wearing Depends.

I rhyme just for fun without making sense.

I’m not all that deep but never too dense.

I’m guilty as charged without a defense,

But a dictionary is at my dispense.

I crush vocab words into small sugar cubes.

They power my writings like a low voltage fuse.

It’s so energizing to write when I’m nude.

A pad on your balls gives you a new attitude.

 

Reviews

[vamplit]

I loved this poem and you are still very edgy poet. I love to rhyme myself so I know how you feel.

It's so energizing to write when I'm nude.

A pad on your balls gives you a new attitude.

These last two lines take this poem to a new level. I like the juxtaposing of typical content with the highly personal odds and ends you throw in. Well crafted stuff.