Get Off My Lawn

The poet did come

He did, he did

And sat on my lawn

Squatting menace

I said "be gone"

"Depart from me here"

As I sprayed him

With the hose of distrust

He took the soaking

Abuse he did take

With a humble smile

Offered me a 17-foot steak

As we dined at my table that noon

He offered,

"I'll weed out your taxes,

And file you blooms"

Two inches into my steak

I threw him out my door

"Get on your way,

Celebrated freak"

To which he replied

With the most longing of eyes

"I fantasize

About you daily"

He slept on my couch

Night after night

For flattery is the friend

Of all lonely men

~~TheSplash

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Wow that truly is a lot of hard work to tell somebody what they want to hear.