BO

BO The President

Folder: 
Poetry

At the end of the conference,

In my jealousy, I sat there.

And saw BO from a distance,

Between the stage at its end.

 

He came walking my direction,

And I thought he passed me by.

In fact, enclosure, standing in front of my sight,

And gave me pegs, 'cause I had to be a child.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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