Meanness is not hereditary.
Compassion is not a disease.
We're not designed to hurt.
We're designed to heal.
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Familicide
After his mother died, his father stopped shaving.
“Let’s bury her out on the lawn,” his father said
On the fairway, “Or out by the Fifth Tee
If I ever make it there,” and he saluted,
Shading his eyes with his right hand.
A burly thicket of hair grew into a beard.
Then after his father died, they cut off the beard
And buried it outside his picture-window.
Although each bristle was tested for drugs,
The beard continued to grow.
No accounting for spontaneous combustion.
[Disposable Poem July 6, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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