Saturday, February 26, 2022

A Fine Day for a Little Rage

Being unique is nothing so special
said the chrome snowflake to the steer
when we arrived we were machined of rare metal
mirrored glass and crystal clear
an automaton designed to beat the devil
but we're just a nonbinary queer



russet twisted juddering
like a football lump of tarry phlegm
inside our side this malevolent thing
we feel it there and we can't sing
a spot of pitch-pocked bedraggled meat
it weighs a ton we drag our feet
trudging ever on it seems
no hope left on which to cling



gross or revolting foul or foetid
happiness joy glee or contentment
poetry writings songs lyrics or verses
cars trucks trailers buses or hearses
Synonymous identical coincident apposite
think of come up with inspiration then draw it

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