Portrait of the writer

The art of the writer
is a precious thing.
He writes for himself,
but others are served.
The heart of the blighter
wants the woman to cling.
He wants for himself
the other thinks “perve!”.
The part of the writer
is a constant thing.
It creates itself
barbers conserve.
The fart of the writer
has a wonderous sting.
He relieves himself
the room is unnerved.

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  1. Radhika

    I really liked this poem but I did not get the part about writers and hair.

  2. anjanadee

    Wacky …I like!

  3. TheLastWord

    Reblogged this on Slo-Word and commented:

    It’s Thursday! You lucky people get to read a very old pome! Enjoy!