Condiment
needing to catch
up on all you
did and do
all day
when
i'm
a signalless cellphone
wanting connection
yet told network
not available
so i give an
f ing
beep bleeped by poetry
soup sipping dunked
deep in the shallow
waters of the gene
puddle speaking
without reading
fundamentalists
that ain't very
fun to be
with be
cause
they
only believe in what
simply what but
not who or the
words they
never nor
ever
even read and yet
cast the first
proverbial
stone
only
to
find that i found it
laying on the
ground and
decided to
throw it
back
three times harder
then first thrown
hoping to draw
blood from
bleeding
hearts
starting to boil my own
holy water but for
potatoes of Irish
soup where
truth be
told
they eat from the mundane
golden arches everyday
the same with every
day so may i have
some tomatoes
to taste the
bitterness of red rage
that i've brought
forth though
preferring
pepper
i will
salt
their
wounds
while trying
to apply ketchup
condenscendingly
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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