Poetry 365 | Day 330 | shoeless schmo

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ionized everything
rain down on vaseline
dip your toe in an old backo
spend your time in a mini rhyme

cistern of the gods
binge and purge your odds
spacko speck your luck
i don't give a fuck

jury of your peers
take it up the rear
spork a fork to launch
i don't have a paunch

jostled puzzle book
pop your poppined hook
shake your baking crime
i don't need a sign

robotic afterthought
scrape off all your rot
sock your puppets in
we will make them kin

spotted derelict
up your upper deck
i won't be abused
not cut out to lose

i don't have no shoes
not cut out to lose

--Stephen Martin, 11/27/19

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Day 1

In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.

What's your 365?