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Slapped Happy
by Dan LinnSo as we walk armed and armored through the dangers of life,
we wince, and run at the near misses of the spears of others’ fear,
broken spirits littering shard highways like broken bottles of wishes wasted,
constrained and straining against the bonds of duty,
we are chafed and tired of simply maintaining face in space.
The things we do for money wear our skin thin,
but underneath it all we use our desire like a drum to keep our souls awake. 11/15/2013 Author's Note: Slapped Happy
Posted on 11/21/2013
Copyright © 2025 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/27/13 at 02:11 PM Catchy original title nicely captures what follows in the text. Did you mean through instead of though in that first line? Some fine word combinations also such as the closing two lines that add fresh reflection on the human condition. |
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