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i fold it
by Charlie Morgannotes my favorite Uncle Don left around
on his already-cluttered desk.
it's always easier to drag a body up-town
than to drag a hand down-town.
put it on your card.
some people can't remember how many people
they've killed in their lifetime.
in a world of careful there's a a lot of bucking;
the system of science gives us an eye-blink to God.
some skeletons have not been buried, yet they have
an office, mirror on the back of the door.
i wonder what i should do with this. so, i fold it.
10/06/2011 Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 10/07/11 at 04:26 PM Everyone has skeletons in their closets. We either hide them, bury them, fold them or just thow them out and forget about it
If you keep a skeleton too long, it will haunt you and take over your life. it's better just to let it go. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/09/11 at 04:13 PM skeletons in the closet make for good poetry making :) |
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