Is swept away
By the sweepers
Driving sweeping cars
Until the masses stand lobotomised
Hitchhiking in a circle, spinning wheels round
Back to the start again, more grey matter on the ground.
Monday, April 13, 2009
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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