I turned around and it were a Poe-Em…who knowed, right?

When people know you write poetry, whether it’s bad, good or indifferent (which is probably the worst kind) things you post on FB or elsewhere can be mistaken for poetry. Because, poetry! And bacon! (which is poetic pork…but I daydream digress). I posted this on FB this morning:

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...