losing groundA Poem by EntrelesnuagesI’m
at war with my kitchen floor I may want it bad but I’m scared flour wants it more. I hold my ballonet broom ready to fight But the crumbs in the corner aren’t ready to bite The bullet just yet. They’re
fighters. Some are vets left from the candy scandal in april. Plenty are gone but my quotas still not fill. I grab machine gun mop and kill them in droves But many just retreat to the hideout under the stove. I stare past crossfires into the dirt But looking into the trenches I must avert my eyes. The quantity therein is no longer disguised. They’re old but with age they’ve only become more armed. I know even Clorox gas will leave them unharmed. I cry out to my forces it’s time to retreat. Perhaps merry maids can help me makeup for this defeat But not today. © 2012 Entrelesnuages |
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Added on June 18, 2012 Last Updated on June 18, 2012 AuthorEntrelesnuagesSan Francisco, CAAboutI was born in NYC but I live in San Francisco. I live to read and write a little bit of everything. My favorite book would have to be Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. I believe the secret of happines.. more..Writing
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