NaPoWriMo, Poem 9

I've been creating more poems than I've been posting...

I've found some partial poems in my notebook, like this one:

poem, in progress

romanticism is a heart earned song I know

masochism is an art learned long ago

ammunition is a fart turned wrong real slow

it's just how life goes, I suppose.


then the cantor sings the first

but certainly not the last

with the banter he springs the worst

and purposefully sets the blast

and the laughter rings the worst

until permanently things have passed

it's just how life goes, I suppose.