Michael Lee Johnson's significance in the world of poetry lies in his sustained activity in the global independent press and his dual role as a community builder (editor/administrator) for other poets.

The Pink Snail online journal is now live! https://thepinksnail222.blogspot.com/?m=1

Ask the Three Little Pigs who really blew their houses down. They will never tell you it wasn’t the wolf but his bitch-ass lamb of a wife. She had caught him scratchin’ in the neighbor’s hen house— of all the low-rent harems, she hated that one the most. The rooster was known to be gay, So his chicks raged out of control every weekend. The flea-infested weasel ran to his boys’ houses for understanding. Of course those fucking ham-hacks gave him a place to hide and smack talk. They never expected her to show up with a homemade flame thrower. You should have seen the look on their sizzling faces! She cackled along with their crackle. What!?! Every lady loves a good barbecue.

Getting this one in just under the wire!

Here is my completed poem for today! Still on track for one poem each day this month!