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Beware of the BlobIt pools and droolsBeneath your feetToo cool to greet youOn the way outOf existential doubt.Its choice is moist,Needling and wheedlingAt the eyes, disguisedTo make you sorryFor its hoary demise.Spineless as brines,It whines to be petted,Fetid as a swineWhose spine frettedAnd regretted design.Control cannot consoleThis droll spool of coalThat ignites depression,Calls into question,And spites the soul. [Disposable Poem March 22, 2010]Dr. Mike
Beware of the Blob
ReplyDeleteIt pools and drools
Beneath your feet
Too cool to greet you
On the way out
Of existential doubt.
Its choice is moist,
Needling and wheedling
At the eyes, disguised
To make you sorry
For its hoary demise.
Spineless as brines,
It whines to be petted,
Fetid as a swine
Whose spine fretted
And regretted design.
Control cannot console
This droll spool of coal
That ignites depression,
Calls into question,
And spites the soul.
[Disposable Poem March 22, 2010]
Dr. Mike