‚Why are you irritated
My friend?‘ The Facebook
Lobbyist exclaims.
‘Well’.
The poet collects himself
And speaks with a low voice.
‘It wasn’t always this way’
‘Aha’.
‘For a long time my spouse
Sank into the stupor of an
Incommunicative mode
And I was left at the curb
Of abandoned souls’.
‘Oh I’m sorry’ the lobbyist
Said.
‘Well. That is until I was
Picked up by a Southern
Looking woman
A poetess in her own right
As it turned out.
She – my saviour led me
Along with prompts and
Love.
Patiently.
Compassionately.
A loving Muse with lots
Of passion.
SAVIOUR.RUOIVAS
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ZJG-POetry’19.