Silly I’m The Whaler

Clever, careful and crazy
This is the way poems should come forth
Why do we write; we’re lazy
Instead of navigating north

That’s right a poet and a thailor
Other times a pawn and Queen
Then I’m playing gin with my jailor
Copying lost people is what I mean

Over night things usually change
But from my hand to the jailor’s
Alibi means I’m not the blame
Get me my ship I’m the whaler
© 2014 Michael Yost 06/17

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