The Line
THE LINE
The Line
There is something to be said for hunger
A man gets stuck in line
Becoming number
Just living for the blessed TRAY of food
Oh wonderfull food the institution gives to me
But this is murder of the mind of a creator
A poet and even a murder yes oh yes a murder
Notice that eye said so very carefully not a MURDERER
But eye said a murder
A murder can be a flock of crows on a tall phone line
Or a poet left behind
Eye bet that not even one of the readers of this rhyme
Even expected me to say that
Oh ewe where was eye at?
THE line oh yes the line
A man doing a little dance
A tattoo of the prance
Waiting just to eat
He was giving it a beat
A little rhythum with his legs bent
Just bending at the knee
And then a little up and down
What’s up with that
It made me wonder what was wrong with him
The confederate in charge told me
“That’s slim”
He does that when he’s waiting in the line
Just waiting in the line for food again
He LIKES to eat
HE likes THE LINE.
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