X F Lacasse Poet Italian Sonnet

iMan - Apr 13

Observe the modern generations walk
on by; they suckle from the plastic teat
of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet
they shamble unaware from flock to flock.—

infant adults—if earnest I may speak;
Look there: one loops in circles (a grand feat!) 
and, as if an ornithological suite,
the gaggle shuffles behind,—“squawk squawk squawk!”

Yikes… I suppose that if I ran at ‘em 
they’d scatter faster than frightened pigeons.—
Wouldn’t even need to make the barest noise,
merely the sight of a threatening poise
is enough to disperse their religions
(yes—religions—phony, false—“fun”:—numb!).

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