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a brief thought
by Jared Fladelandsaltines scarfed down, topped with peanut butter,
i melt away in no-such-place-as-home
envy. This is the spot where boys cry like
men. No one drinks booze for the lovely taste.
oh to be too skinny or too fat or
too much alike the other kids at school,
instead I am unique, creative me
with no one to relate to or to talk.
time travels like a bandit through broken
mud. Is this pain I for sure must endure?
To kill a kidney is poetic justice,
to scar a child is damnable. 04/01/2007 Posted on 04/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/09/07 at 02:56 PM "Time travels like a bandit through broken mud"...I love this line. And I agree, to scar a child is damnable. However, having been scarred, I can attest to the fact that there is healing available, as soon as the bandit gets out of the mud and takes a shower (time heals so many wounds). Excellent. |
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