Caught! You’ve got me, now what?
Take away the Yoda wristband
and place a convict’s orange
short sleeved shirt in my hand.
Trace the double red lines on my wrist,
“A pencil?”…no, this is a different branding.
—laughter—
—laughter—
Wrap the baby in a guilt blanket
and hope it suffocates.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I didn't care much for the beginning of the poem, just seemed a little awkward for me, but I adore the last two lines.
That was just like... a slap in the face. And genius.
Jeanette*~
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nice poem
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