The Pollen Poem

By Reginald Scott

The spring’s storm of pollen
Turned my allergies into monsters that
Prescribes assistance in irritating
My sensitive insight my eye a gaming table
For the feast while the croupier collects
And pays the winning betters there share
Of my patience in hence i cannot avoid
Chatter for more as they degrade my acceptance
Of what the world creates
In the springs storm of pollen

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