I’ve been told I should limit my attempts at poetry to the walls of Porta-Potties, jail cells, and foxholes, but in solidarity with my poet friends, I just had to try again . . .
“Poets are cowards” said an eager young man
and with a flourish he signed, “Rick Lax.”
Poets arose and said, Rick, your prose,
is the child of a dose of Ex-Lax.
Rick, if you read this, take it with a sense of humor, jump back in, and engage. Dont be a guerrilla “hit-and-run” poster. 🙂