The Millionth Existentialist Pome


I've eaten the carrot and felt the stick
still I refuse to reach for last season's fruit
wishing to swing from branch to branch

but now, see-
I smack into a supermarket shelf
stacked high with marmalades and pickle

and all that saves me from kicking out and crying
that saves you from commenting at length
is indifference.

◄ Yours Sincerely

In The Mansions Of Memory ►


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