Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry
A proverbial mushroom
in the closet
fed you know what
eat me and get high for a while
vomit me back into the toilet
I will eventually make my way back
into your drinking water.
There’s no hiding it.
I’m down deep and you know it.
Just flush and stop staring at me…
I’m a wadded piece of gum
used and dry, stuck to the bottom
upside down, always looking at the ground
in shadow, hoping to get scraped
discarded in the bin
I believe it would be
I was a noble sea creature, beached upon
dark strand, desiccated by midday sun
lessened and hardened, blackened
changed into something
my once bright truth, now tainted
turned to deceit
and most sinister
lies that become the monster
left behind after
time and circumstance have done.
Flash your photos
and put my pic in the tabloids
‘ancient evil dies…
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