MY SOPHISTRY
I threw your line-up card in the waste basket of my mind -
your profile portrait and your curriculum vitae too; all
that stuff, whatever you called it. Give me a fist
to the mouth instead - that I'll understand and
listen to. Your engineered infractions of
my time and place...I think not.
-
It wasn't gravel that wore down the
ramp; it was the unending pitter-patter
of thousands of distracted feet -
going about their daily grind,
unflinchingly wise and noble
as well.
I threw your line-up card in the waste basket of my mind -
your profile portrait and your curriculum vitae too; all
that stuff, whatever you called it. Give me a fist
to the mouth instead - that I'll understand and
listen to. Your engineered infractions of
my time and place...I think not.
-
It wasn't gravel that wore down the
ramp; it was the unending pitter-patter
of thousands of distracted feet -
going about their daily grind,
unflinchingly wise and noble
as well.
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