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A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage
You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers
Imploring you to jump
Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you
Standing on the building edge
Perhaps the comforts of home will help
When you slip and grab a brick
With nervous fingers
Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones
Giving permission from on high for you to drop
Hopes die. Friends talk to you in slow motion
Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive
Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise
For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds
You’ve become the center of the nightly news and nothingness
What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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