Poetry. Art. Humor.

Hen’s Night Leftovers Killed My Mojo

My metrophobia has been replaced by pigmentumphobia

With naked men times three Standing and leering over me, What once was my studio Now not à propos I’m left to drinking whiskey

By alcohol and K-Mart, My office now tart A hen’s night fiasco Now housing Picasso With space enough barely to fart

Once room to write from the heart The workplace taken apart A storage room tragedy My fear writing poetry Is now overshadowed by “art”

With apologies and respect to Tree Langdon who created this prompt and is a far truer talent in the art of poetry.

And thanks to Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg) who tagged me and prompted me to throw in my two-cents bastardisation.

I now tag Jennifer McDougall, Kelley A. Mussler, Roz Warren and Dave Logan