Your Rusty Saw

Poem by: hullabaloo22

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Your Rusty Saw

It’s seen better days,

that saw;

the metal is dulled and mottled.

(Don’t ask!)

Speckled with rust,

well used to cut through... what?

(Don’t ask).

Those teeth still have bite.

Even corroded

they’ll serve your purpose,

sawing my sanity

and severing my mind.

Submitted: April 17, 2021

Poetry rust corrosion saw

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Mike S.

A fine sawer, Hull

Sat, April 17th, 2021 7:31pm

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Thanks for, Mike.

Sat, April 17th, 2021 12:52pm

HJFURL

I love the way your poem climbs, or should I say descends, into the potential abyss - the "maybe" morbid! In fact, I love all your poetry, Hully, your stories, I must take time to read you more.

Sun, April 18th, 2021 12:14pm

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Thank you, HJ!

Sun, April 18th, 2021 11:12am

ratwood2

I'm not disappointed but I was expecting the saw to be an old meat saw and was ready for you to dismember you latest victim. Oh gosh, did I just give you an idea for another poem?

Sun, April 18th, 2021 2:20pm

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Maybe... Thanks, ratwood2.

Wed, April 21st, 2021 7:57am