Master MC

a poem by Dale Costello, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

I have this friend
calls himself
Master MC Sock Puppet
cos he's a sock poppet
likes to sing out the window
at the rainbow
try to lick the colours
off it
whistle at the birds
who just glare
Master MC goes swimming
in the washing machine
he went full marine
lost an eye for the cause
sewed on another
(mock) happy applause
my little sock brother
was complete again
except for the pain
he constantly tells me about
and the bleeding visions
don't get me started
he's all stitches...

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