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Together
Debauchery
litters the door,
fucks the duck-shaped stop
stuffed with the beads
like the beads in the top drawer,
only smaller
and cleaned less
often.
Satire grinds at thread
in the patchwork
of our throw
and in our umbrage
it grows,
mould
on Cheddar.
Fetch me wine, we'll
nod,
continue to play beggars
and toys
before I commit to a spring
clean.
litters the door,
fucks the duck-shaped stop
stuffed with the beads
like the beads in the top drawer,
only smaller
and cleaned less
often.
Satire grinds at thread
in the patchwork
of our throw
and in our umbrage
it grows,
mould
on Cheddar.
Fetch me wine, we'll
nod,
continue to play beggars
and toys
before I commit to a spring
clean.
Published 10th Jan 2012
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10th Jan 2012 8:06pm
stanza is passive-aggressive, more aggressive still because I know you are reluctant to use cursing in your poetry. It rips right into the flesh of this piece and only clarifies from there. I also appreciate the feel this has read aloud, especially where the pauses in the last stanza give it a little lag of procrastination. Good work here, LA.
10th Jan 2012 8:15pm
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