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Below is the poem entitled 411's MISINFORMATION which was written by poet CHICANO EDDIE. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.



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today I sat at a table
with two females: 
one to
my left and one to my right.
the female to my left pulled 
her frozen McFlurry from the
freezer and she broke her spoon.
the female to my right sat with a 
package from the mail: 2 out of 3 items. 
she was disappointed. 
as I sat going through my 
mountain of poetry, 
their feet found each other under the table.
the female to my right looks
under the table. 
"oh...is that your foot? sorry!"
the female to my left says, 
"yeah. that's mine." 
she laughs and continues with her McFlurry. 
I slam my latest poem down on the table. 
"if you two are gonna play feet under the table, include me damn it!"
both of these females look at each other. 
today, in this moment, 
they share the same brain. 
they are one.

twenty toes attack my legs. 
well, they didn't attack. 
it was more of a calculated hit with delicacy. 
I missed the instruction like a batter misses Valenzuela’s screwball. 
soft feet fell upon this ravaged lion.
I rose to my feet as it was too fast to register. 
the gods drank their battery acid and laughed at my expense. 
I was out to lunch and left my marbles behind. 
the pouch had a hole and my waiter never came. 
I was dejected with no McFlurry, 
mail of my own or common man sense.
the time was 4:11.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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