MINUSCULE PSYCHOLOGISTS
those bars, those bars…
they screech and scream
and scare us little girls
the spots, the stripes...
of leopards and tigers
confined with jangling keys
and legs of chairs…
the circus feature
of our prayers
we hear, we hear…
the whispers of grown men
who snarl and sneer
closed in, closed in…
with legal pad, we query
the escapee’s sin
the whorl, the world...
minuscule psychologists
open up pandora’s box
shoulder to...
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