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Metal - Mania


I am like all those other lonely women;
My eyes are closing, from the stinging.
I am ageing with the best of them,
I am growing veined, waiting.

My HEART is a cog turning,
I have BARBED WIRE for a stomach.
My legs are PISTONS burning,
My GUTS are rubber.

And all my parts are rusted, aged, breaking;
Even my technology is out-dated.

My teeth are RAZORS, biting.
My EYES are funnels.
My mouth is a SUCTION pad.
My ARMS are LEVERS.

I am growing veined waiting,
I am ageing with the best of them.
My eyes are closing from the stinging.
I am like all those other lonely women.

My ribs a FIRE GUARD.
My HANDS are CLAMPS and VICES.
My SPINE an IRON ROD.
My FINGERS FEELERS.

And even my technology is out-dated;
All my parts, All my parts, All my parts, All my parts.

love's tempestunrequited love

◄ Metamorphosis

Half Remembered Illusion ►

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 18th Apr 2021 21:00

Thank you for your comment Keith, I am indeed comforted by it.
It even made me laugh, so thanks for that too, ?

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

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keith jeffries

Sun 18th Apr 2021 13:00

Aviva,
Please take some comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone. Your symptoms mirror my own with the exception of a suction pad, otherwise I creak and stumble along with the rest of aged humanity.

An enjoyable and humorous poem.
Thank you
Keith

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