I Was Living In Oklahoma

I was living in Oklahoma,

Minding my own business,

Writing simple poetry

That popped into my head.

I had the bright idea

To put a few on facebook,

Then I joined some poetry groups.

Was loving what I read!

And others were loving what I wrote, too—

Finally kindred spirits!

The years of isolation I’d felt—

Gone in a virtual click.

I now had access to brilliant thinkers

From all across this tiny planet.

Finally I heard my own heart beat

And could sense the mighty tick

Of other Souls there pulsing with me—

Of friends I’d never really met!

So thrilled was I with all this newness

That I did my former rules forget!

And then I got this friend request

From the Sheik of Mancitaknur,

And we began to chat a bit,

And gelled so quickly—so complete!

And so I went and got my passport—

Bought a ticket for a speeding jet—

Disembarked in a driven desert—

Sand and sweat and burning heat!

There I joined his lovely harem!

Became a poetry slave for him!

Churning out my emblazoned passion

Night and day and hearing him read!

And I don’t care how many lovers

He may have or love or know,

As long as he doesn’t share his poems,

Or talk philosophy with any of these!

-jenn long