Poem a Day No. 9
-Give up your job, take up smoking.-Serve breakfast off a used tongue scraper.
-Killers with winning smiles, dollar sign eyes.
-Floating tumours stalk alleyways.
-Embryos form in chalk outlines.
-Smell the fried newspapers.
The loser is the winner's lunch.
Poetry by Richard Cloon
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Written on 2009-12-03 at 01:26
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