Untold Joke

That's the kind of poetry that makes Bukowski roll in his grave, sorry ol' pal

Two buddies walking down the street

laughing hysterically

 mouths wide open

eyes half shut

to peek and see if the other had stopped

Both have forgotten what the joke was about

the least you could do

is show some pity

for an untold joke

 

Author's Note

First poem with no rhyme, so I feel like I'm giving a cup of cofee with no sugar, just drink it at once