Short Bundling Poems

Back in the day
he used to do any job for good pay.
That was before the abortion clinic.
Then he knew
there was some s..t he would not do.
He got picky,
though getting himself fired was his 
most masterly skill.
Occasionally 
he would make a little shady money,
however any work was cleaner
then bundling up dead baby parts....

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He curled up
 snug and safe in his bed
 eyes blink then closed, dosing
as he tucked his little head,

At first a sigh
 and then a softer deep snore
then feet traveling hurrying to somewhere
 with subtle soft barks from his inner core.

A twist, a turn, an annoyed grumbling
 a vocal plea that all is as it seems
and he's safe, a warm blanketed bundling
 in just another puppy dream....

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Ah!

It really blows
living sorely below
breathing in
Nauseating amounts
Of fumes
which leaves me
light-headed
which ultimately
plagues me
like an infectious cancer.
I’m oppressed
from all 
viewable sides.
I’m like caged
with 
76 straight jackets
bundling me.
It is 
kind of stuffy.


I just wish the heaven’s
Wouldn’t intake
So much beans
Because it truly reeks
Between the cracks
Of life.

Ah!
Not again!!...

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I find sheer joy to wake with you
And feel the ebb of our night’s sleep,
With flesh secure beneath warm sheet
While morning light seeps faintly in,
The dawn obscured by falling snow,
All worldly sound subdued by storm
Though your soft breathing, still relaxed,
Resounds and falls clear in my ear;
I stave off thought of chilly floor
And bundling up,
Hot coffee’s jolt,
Snow shoveling,
Then clearing cars—
No, I prefer to spend this day
Just waking … waking with you....

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