At Home
The big white plastic and metal bitWith the spinning part
Is it appears unbalanced...
Well look at that! It's chasing me!
I decide to sit on it...
That usually works.
I tremble around awhile.
How lucky!
If I put my left knee near
My right ear and strech
Just far enough backwards I can put my plate
Into the little white oblong thing
That pings when tired of making
Things hot enough.
Uncorking I run to the biggest
White oblong thing with the rather more
Plastic bits that is so cool it is hot...
And I hand myself a beer
Just before I notice
Black feathers on the floor...
There has been an avian death
In this house today!
I line them up to interrogate...
Those damned wild terrible girls...
I mean it's not yet 10 O'Clock!
And I'm having to deal with murder
And greed and nurture over na...
Oh sod it it's pointless...
I wonder what will happen when
I crack cat speak.
And my white things
Stop being oblong and different.
Even I know they could all be the same size
Even I wouldn't put big into small and
Vice Versa!
All these white oblong plastic and metal things
Should merge
And we should control them all
By thought only.
They wander about and ping
And spin some whirls thinking they are stylish.
I don't like them.
They make me attend them.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-08-17 at 00:31
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