Disposable Poetry

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poems written on the fly

cereal killer

I shot
the box
of Rice Krispies

stabbed the
Fruit Loops

and strangled
with bare hands
the Raisin Bran

Now
there’s nothing left
for tomorrow’s breakfast

(D. James)

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One Response

  1. wasn’t it time for a diet anyway?
    all’s well that ends well

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