Short Grinders Poems

Like puppeteers
organ grinders will always exist;
there can never be a last;
there’s an endless supply of monkeys,
and sheep....

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Let the kinks and oddities remain esoteric
to herald that special uniqueness
that makes you, just you, as you are.
Resist the shapers and conformity grinders
that would smooth out the crumples,
iron out the creases and wrinkles.
Your texture becomes you when gripped,
Your spikes and bumps adorn, when worn displayed...

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The reasons why ink’s sometimes bled
do not always have to be said,
but here is the gist:
this helps climb the list
of grinders, some live and some dead.

Some feel that last line’s in poor taste,
would likely prefer it erased.
But it’s really quite stellar
for a crusty old feller
whose childhood ’twas spent eating paste....

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