Fit as a Fiddle

Fit as a Fiddle

A Poem by Allen Woodard
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A short and twisted yet thought provoking ultimatum.

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The stink of life
The presence of eternity
Feelings below the skin, are boiling within.
Counter active to my mind
it reclines a spine, undamaged by gravity.
Retinal scans
determine the identity of the cheating lover
Insects swarm as you run for cover
Pistols fire themselves at the groceries on the shelves.
Its only plastic.
The icon of value has a toxicity level.
Dissolve or be dissolved.

© 2008 Allen Woodard


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Added on April 13, 2008
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Allen Woodard
Allen Woodard

Palm Bay, FL



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I've been writing fiction since I could pick up a pen. I don't have much to share about myself at this time. So I'll let my work speak for me. more..

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