An advert

Self-advertising is an act
I want my poetry to be seen
And that’s a fact
So read my thoughts and
Judge me to death
Be it my advertising
Or my poetic meth-
Odds are against me
But I don’t care
I bet there are no links allowed
But I still dare to annoy
In hopes of bringing someone joy
Or sadness really
Disguised with laughter
And with clever puns
But who am I to talk
You are the ones
To judge

https://poeticmurder.wordpress.com/

posted on /lit/ 3.4.2017

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