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Bread Is For The Cooking Anyway

Poetry By: DLCannon
Poetry



taken from my book, "Position The Thought"


Submitted:Aug 17, 2014    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Bread Is For The Cooking Anyway

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Killed in desperations

The lies and the thoughts

How can I eat what's happening?

No, I don't know what to do

With this life

All that I can see is what's coming

The graded cheese

The mouse that wants me

Thee open sores

The time of well being

All get lost in the saga of "nevermore"

When I spit game to a farm animal

I don't know what I've become

Letting the screws loose in my head

To fall on the floor

Excites me much

But how much fun is it to any one else

To have to keep taking apart my mind

Just to put it back together?

I guess I got too much time on my hands

That's what happens when you're dependent

__on Medicare

If lunch is just a luxury

I guess that's why I've always done without

Maybe the soggy trees leave too much muck

But I'll kick the dust

Maybe pick up a little speed

And go to town like a madman

Wondering my way in and out of reality

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08-15-'14 #1

D. L. Cannon





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