Little did he know,
The Clerk, shouting his curses-

"Flicker and scatter
You demented drones;
I've had it with you!
Stopper the chatter
You lunatic crones;
Careful who you screw!"

That the full absence
Of all his banished demons-

"Explode and desist
You lamenting crows;
Enough is enough!
Implode, I insist
You sniveling sows;
Lest I become rough!"

Would, in fact, make him
Feel so utterly alone.



Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2007-09-20 at 03:04

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