The Edge of Reason
Not for the contest. Just inspired by the idea
Balancing the tip
Straddling the line
Tightening my grip
To opposite my rhyme
Tempting the border
Of what lies beneath
A compulsive hoarder
Or petty thief
The porcelain god
Is where I flee
But even the pot
Can't set me free
Little knuckles
Tapping harder
Wicked chuckles
A permanent marker
A jarring thud
From the kitchen
The mum's crud
Has got me itching
My China cabinet
Took a tumble
Now I've had it
With this jungle
Cabinet's swinging
Fridge open
Kettle singing
Stove, smoking
Much like the wild
They climb the walls
My home, defiled
The government falls
Nothing I try
Will ever please them
I'm bone dry
Of any reason
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017
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