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A Poem by CharlyeMonroe

Another member of the set

The people that eat people drink hot chocolate out of overdose mugs
Oversized aprons around their necks ready for the feast to begin in earnest
Fasting
I sit for employment
Lasting moments
Momenta screeching halt
Outside my window the city noise ceases to amaze Mr. Lonely
He leaves this place with a smile knowing there is a kindred spirit in we
Better looking with my hand in hers
Nerves are still
Exposure like late evening light
After the sun goes down and that sliver silvers the horizon
Packing everything I own
Pulling rank and file
Flirting with the mastery of my life
Little feet the size of my hand
Phase shift
This is the time of the piece where we make some changes
Say never again will I sell my tools for chimp change
Monkey money as it were