"outlays" poems
It was indeed on shady road that I had met my match
With a crystal crest of oxygen poured outward along the outlays
Seconds passing to overflow the hour
as my thoughts ornamented each breath
with deep oranges and nectarine
I lurched toward the dunes lay displayed across the pasted pavement
To imagine her and I masquerading here in another life
She was timeless
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Overrated is the word that comes to the fore
To tell of that woman's particular store
The products she vends aren't all that fab
Most of them have a dull look which is so drab
She may need to take stock of her inventory
Then thoroughly evaluate its retail credibility
The purchasers are wising up to her trade
They've become disenchanted with her escapade
To-day her shop soiled item went on sale
Few customers bought what was in her bail
Her sales pitch fell upon deaf ears
All that she offered for sale meet with load jeers
Store owners such as her have no excuse
For attempting to sell the dregs and refuse
The customer never outlays a dollar for trash
They prefer value for their hard one cash
The numbers of keen buyers aren't of a glut
Soon her second rate business shall be shut
Retail vending must be up to customer satisfaction
If not store owners can be put out of action
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC