Poem -

My Momma

My momma used to always say, "Screw your principles!"
To which I'd always say, "I will, if'n they'll have me!"

Because in my day and age
a male could simply
   not get laid
and pity that lad thrice
​​​​​​       if'n he's a sage

Because all
   the good ones wanted
were those boys
       so often haunted
by that phantom
   I call Stupid
or sometimes simply
        Dumb as Dirt

But I'll always forgive them
Because one day
   you just might find one
down and out
   and just so happens
       she be looking
              for dessert

And you know
   I'm all always ready
like a Skinny Puppy teddy
    because even
        down and out
    they sure look fine!!! 

But getting back to Momma
     and despite
              my lifelong trauma
with the ladies,
    she's the one
          that I loved first

So if like me
   you're lacking
that which eases
        hearts romantic
just remember
    what's important
and thank God
         for prostitutes!!! 

And don't you dare
    forget yo' momma
as she brought you
       into being
And please do
   praise Great God Almighty
as It's the Only Thing
   by which
       True Life
             doth constitutes

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Gentle Dragona

I really appreciate you, Cosmofunnel, and so does Shokya Candalla, for saving those poems for me. I've recently closed a big chapter of my life I like to call The Homeless State. You see, I'd arrived in Austin the first month of double-aught 9, homeless, but safe in my thousand acre woods. Blessed I was to stumble into Thom Moon 10, aka Thom Woodruff, aka Thom the World Poet, an Aussie that came to America in the hippy days, adopted Austin as his home town, then commenced to finding venues for other poets, artists, and musicians to perform for free for all to see.  I.e. the open mic.
I'd remain homeless for almost 13 years, but always located at the same piece of land in my 1000 Acre Wood.
Anyhow, the poems I posted on Cosmo were posted 'bout 5 years into my homeless state, which was about the same time Austin got anal, and the open mics went goodbye. The elements got the rest of my work, which is why I'm grateful to y'all, and I say thank ya, big big.
But I found a home, and the open mic is back. Thom Moon 10's still kicking it live, and I still feel like things are just getting started.
Thanks for reading. Now I gotta go apply for Medicaid, alright!

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