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Out of my right pocket I produce a profound list
Of today’s rebuffs against customary eye sores --
Weed-addled flowers and similar chores.

I would eat the sky because the sky I crave.
About your gossipy lips I’d rave
Because I woke up with one eye blind,
So I heard extra sharp how I was maligned.

While my husband drifted off to sleep,
I stayed up with one eye to keep
And entertained the image of a Cyclops,
His bereft glory displayed in candy shops.

My neighbors caught wind of my need to invoke
The monsters behind me, the allied folk --
And my incessant pursuit to pester
Each who could qualify as an ancestor.

I no longer trust those I once called “friend.”
I don’t wait to crane my neck before reaching a bend.
I have heard many a savage gossip
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Gossip
Date: Sunday, 3rd August 2008 @ 01:06:48 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: screwge

It is nine-thirty, headed for the optometrist.
Out of my right pocket I produce a profound list
Of today’s rebuffs against customary eye sores --
Weed-addled flowers and similar chores.

I would eat the sky because the sky I crave.
About your gossipy lips I’d rave
Because I woke up with one eye blind,
So I heard extra sharp how I was maligned.

While my husband drifted off to sleep,
I stayed up with one eye to keep
And entertained the image of a Cyclops,
His bereft glory displayed in candy shops.

My neighbors caught wind of my need to invoke
The monsters behind me, the allied folk --
And my incessant pursuit to pester
Each who could qualify as an ancestor.

I no longer trust those I once called “friend.”
I don’t wait to crane my neck before reaching a bend.
I have heard many a savage gossip
Unfurl from your only lip.

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