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L E T T H E M E A T H A T E

By Connie Boje

2014-2016 SMASHWORDS EDITION


L E T T H E M E A T H A T E

ear plugs are now buds

pumping songs of wrong into

the throngs wearing thongs

of conscription marching words

between their ears---the

REAL battlefield MAN

you silly ugly loving

distortions of once glory

now vain out of your head

you might as well be dead

because they could

get you to do

ANYTHING

the hate

mongers

the hate

tasters

the hate

bakers

out of the

oven fresh

and piping

live stream

of M E A N



B I G G E R

they track you by numbers

they always have and they

always will it is the only

way to go bigger without

wanting to explode the

numbers mean many

things the numbers

do knee bends and

flips off the high

dive but the one

thing supposedly

they cannot do

is he he L I E



B U R N T T O A C R I S P

the food of thought of the PRISONERS

was FRIED into tidbits of rodents

and flour all-purpose

and subdued into BREAD

and foisted into FLAME

of tongues embittered

by large ROCKS

the rocks split into two

DIVISIONS who chose

not to choose ANYTHING

and the final jurisdiction

was well into way when

NO VERDICT REACHED

was given

the smell of burnt bread

was HEAVY with thoughts

of soil

and lighter still

with cries of HELP

the air smelled

WHOLESOME

and

FRESH

after many days of

AIRING out differences

of opinions now MUTE

the air never again

smelled of CLOVER

though and none were

ever to be found of

FOUR

the threes held SWAY

NOR were there

twos

or

ones



C A P S U L E D

without this fair maiden

we would be taken nothing

productive or instructive

or deductive that could

help us get through the

day we need it all of it

per the doctor's orders

as long as we are truth-

ful our P R O B L E M S

will be okay



C A P S U L E D II

there are diseases

that run in families

we acquire them at

a certain point in time

we rely on medication

in order to S U R V I V E



C A P S U L E D III

we are as small as the

pills we take we become

big again when we take

our medicine we take them


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