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Sunday

by Lanny Patrick

 

Some take blame for being irregular

Others for being a bit too secular

Standing on one wing and flying in circles

Calling their blues a new shade of purple

Hiding in the crease of another’s pants

Bitching at life for a lousy dance

The habits we kick soon kick us back

Biting and scratching, we fade to black

Swine-scented daisies as parting gifts

Trying to read palms through clenched fists

Long days spent counting soured souls

Out with the new and in with the old

We cherish our seats in the theater of strife

Paralyzed from the neck up from lessons in life

Performing for audiences that consist of ourselves

Trying to put reason on invisible shelves

 

 


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