Tuesday, April 11, 2017

NaPoWriMo, Day Eleven, Poem Ten


Take my flailing arms
and use them to keep
the flies away
while you picnic.

The worst rallying point
is saying what keeps you going.
List what will kill you,
and they will resound Yes!

Your baldness si from
your head being used
to batter the door down
to their validation.

Victory is achieved
wen some bozo
robs your banner
from you limp body.

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