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Social poem 2
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by [agon engromulus ]

2012-10-31  |     | 



Why is it that every bit of a stone raised to hit with,
arrives precisely at nearly every moment
of each day,
straight away,
against my very, every tooth
left unsmashed by previous,
attempts
to secure 'em a well deserved p(a)lace
in the newly appointed
Paradise for Handheld Teeth Smashing Stones.

In that very Paradise, a self appointed,
self revolving social arm,
penetrates back and forth,
back and forth and again, through thin layers of width,
(like grandma's wooden spoon getting in and out
water's boiling skin,
gently moving-removing eggs)
granting stones and hands
never-ending crimson ribbon padded mass graves:
Lourdeses for each and every barren
gum hole...
There chlorine is being added by the same
self revolving social spinster
Just to ensure gum disease are kept
at (pirate) bay...

Then at midnight,
all this bleached parade joins
the endless ranks of
desperate housewives scourging
through leftover papers
for whatever coupons
of love...

"Are you dead yet? Asked a frightened angel
sent to make sure no devil would dare unplug
my:
Heart (Jarvik)
Lung (the other's out...)
Brain(s)
Urinal drains (kidneys sold to buy the Jarvik...)
also to make sure my colostomy bag
will never be emptied
of life's all dues...
Because that would be a sacrilege
against the sanctity of (f)lies...
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And the devil presented (him/her)self before God and said:
"Do you see your job?"

And God said:
"No."

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