Is This Poetry Gluten Free? by Frank Murphy

Yes and if it's largely published, it's probably boring as hell to boot.
It's been nominated for ten thousand pushcarts and a gold star too.

It's super clean and could never offend anyone because nobody understands what the fuck it's saying to begin with.

It's been previously published and never read in a single zine that it graced the pages of.

It got a hundred likes for simply sharing a link and yet never sold one copy of the book it's in.

It won't change the world and if you don't get it then this writes dedicated to you.

So recant it at the zoom reading and pretend it's a blast to be included in the scene.

Remember to play nice or if you're naughty like me.
You will be blacklisted stuck playing with yourself.

Well least this poem will leave you with a happy ending.
Don't say I never gave you nothing.

Wink wink.

Frank Murphy writes because murder is frowned upon in many states.

He collects fine whiskey and toxic relationships.

He is also the author of If Walls Could Speak Mine Would Blush  from Syndicate Press.

He has been published in Hustler, Tiger Beat, Family Circle, Drinkers Only, Under The Bleachers, Jugs and many other fine literary magazines.

He currently resides in Kill Devil Hills with his pain in the ass dog Boozer who he just buried yesterday but unfortunately he unearthed himself.