All change on platform two,
how strange? this is'nt you,
dark mange instead of blue,
a new range of flat heeled shoe.
New balls is called aloud,
water falls upon the crowd,
system stalls although it vowed,
bare the halls of the once proud.
Altered state has come to rest,
fucking great another test,
it went straight right through the vest,
peeled on a plate with no zest.
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I'm not sure whether to laugh or choke...maybe both...lol. I clicked this one thinking mange, as in Italian: Eat. Not too tasty that way, but you give a marvelous 'platter' of image and color. Thanks for the read. Peace, Rhonda
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Why thank you Maam...appreciated.
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I really am not qualified to critique poems, I just know what I enjoy reading. I dug this, particularily the first and last. I have always enjoyed mange as a word, it's a cool skin disease for animals too if your into scabby cats, and I am.
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Like it. Like the name too.
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