Te Indi Poet Free verse

The Crowd

Let the silent be heard
The world is not a stage
Watching and never watched
Angry we forgot
to wave

Pretension and aches
Demonstrations of hate
Why am I on your plate?
Nothing else to consume
Always leaving a bit more room
To taste

Stomach aching
Stretching and fading
Contractions no birth
Oh It hurts, oh it hurts
You’ll have to clean and release me
Though you’d love to keep me
I’ll never behave
For me it gets better
I’ll prove God clever
Just wait ‘til dessert

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