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Worse Cuz She Left in the Rain

There’s a book I took…

Mistook for a crook,

I swiped it from the seat in the nook.

I carried it out, where I wouldn’t doubt

My lips were in a pout

Under a runny snout.

The meaning has a theme

A handy, randy dream

A walk on a beam

I’m creating a meme.

Writing in the dark

In the meadow with a lark

Eating berries in the park.

I’m over here — Hark!

How can I be a maven?
Black and scary and craven?

Bony like 7-Eleven and shaven
To the sound of coupling ravens?

On the cusp of open time,

I fill the world with rhyme.

Corraling the core sublime

As we sit on the edge of a dime.

Oscar went to work on the train.

His wife left home, again.

That morning he knew more pain,

T’was worse cuz she left in the rain.