Best Inheriting Poems

Lasagna noodles on my forehead
A washcloth in the pot
Oh dear, oh my, what am I doing?
I think I completely forgot
It’s dinner time for all the kiddies
And I put the toaster in the sink
I’m losing it, my mind is warped
I’m edging to the brink
Maybe I should...

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I come to my senses a little every day, 
to lose myself with the morning.
I have no country and know no flag
My morality, in body bags
lies at the foot of the stairs,
under the sputtering oil lamp
my grandfather first lit in infancy.
A tiger moth flutters,
Beats its...

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