Devices 21A Poem by John21
The head to toe and concentric
Banana bowl looks eccentric, Yet functions as a kind of dish As long as the fruit remains fresh; But once the yellows turn to brown And skin and flesh relinquish form, And slowly lose support until The point is reached when fruits will spill There is little contemplation Of the human situation. Post Shakespearean poetry Repudiates humanity. Gone is the tenderness and wrath. What is a future psychopath? © 2019 John |
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Added on July 5, 2019 Last Updated on August 1, 2019 Author |