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analogy allergy
I’m not one but a whisper -
I’m nothing ‘cept a sham
a pharaoh for the faceless
and the finer freaks, I am
cormorant for the chinamen
rusty wire wraps my throat
regurgitating just the best
to make their pockets bloat
praise indentured servitude
I’m lost sans those demands
my dreams all dipped in dolor
rusty chains that understand
a friend named Ozymandias
old wrecks and wrinkled lips
so set a standard for despair
just shy these sinking ships
though his was of a purpose
with all that fear could fetch
I left my stony trunkless legs
a truth that wrought a wretch
now existence drags me thru
this cold and reddened mud
still, be wary of the pen I hold …
it’s been known … to draw …
some blood.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 29, 2024
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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