Love Poems for Landlords By Geordie Miller

2 landlords walk into a bar, never to resurface. All the patrons twitterpated, won’t let them leave.

Leaves of grass if grass was a lease.

A tenant-poet in search of a place to dwell, renovates Shakespeare, Shaggy, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, etc.

Let’s love the landlord. Because all relations are commodity relations. Because love is money. Because parody almost rhymes with possibility.