Bad Poetry Friday

The following poem was written during my Jewel obsession circa 1997. Rereading this makes me throw up in my mouth.

Undercover Angel (1997)

My undercover angel
with your golden halo
It’s bent in some places
you search people’s faces
What do you look for?
What do you see?
How much longer ’til our souls are free?
We need acceptance
more so than hope
Love is a four letter word
that so few know
Of angels have wings
they never fly
just walk in blue jeans
and sometimes cry
undercover
understood
loved by Mother nature
and by all who need free advice
and love
from angels in blue jeans.

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