POEM: Slap Shtick

It’s funny how poems strike when I don’t expect it…

Slap Shtick

I am
Just
Going
A bout
My day
When awe of the sudden
Taken aback
Hand of God
As a poem is borne
Wake up, sleepy ahead!
In the whirled of dollareds
God’s cents
Of humor

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