No one reads my poetry blog.
And there's some decent shit
On there.
Epic fucking poems.
Cry your eyes out shit,
If you ask me.
I was going to change
The theme
Of my poetry blog.
I was going to change
My blog
Into a sports fan blog.
Amateur analysis.
Ardent bravado.
Loud-mouthed bluster.
But then I got a secret
Note,
In the guise of a comment,
Under one of my best
Poems.
Ever.
It was a request,
From the Soviet Union.
The U.S.S. fucking R.
The secret police.
The goddamn KGB.
Codes.
Messages.
Embedded in these lines.
Verses.
Stanzas.
Et cetera.
No problem.
I'll do it.
I don't owe this
Society
Nothing.
There are drunken parakeets
In Banja Luka
Tonight.
