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Conference multiplicities,

decelerated clots,

raunchy cities,

speedy trots,

barking avidities.

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Maniac ransack,

sports agent duds,

too big for their own britches,

rancid bagging for grocery stack,

a massive overload for the

poisoned body bags in ditches.

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Weasel matches,

pinhead coessentiality,

they think I don’t notice?

Admittance to admiration

so candidly with wand

begins the simultaneous

cashiering to dicey morality.

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Snippety sniffs,

cajoled whiffs,

cryptic taxing,

the text off cliffs.

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Bumping shoulders,

crisscrossing daggers,

tossing bricks,

stupefying consultations,

I‘m being repeatedly harassed

with hurling stones and sticks,

but do I really fight back?

They can have that question,

I’m quiet at all angles,

the single nicest way

to evoke the charges fired

while trucing to stand

healing and to my demeanor

they’re unaware of what to do

to break me as to what hasn’t

been done and tried that licks.

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Author's Note

And I’m wondering, when certain people throughout all kinds of dramas and from all sorts of places hidden and exposed, will realize, that I’ve dropped out of their lives and have no intention of returning. It’s not a matter of they left me behind, I left them ditched. This could be for anyone, this could be for someone special, this is my poem of celebration, I’m exiting the torture chambers and if they want to stay they can, who am I to stop them, apparently they don’t give a care to a word I say of fair caution.

Picture: Robin Jones, I got it from her page.

Reviews

[panheadpigments]

Beautiful. This is going in my journal.

[WynterPhoenix]

"I’m quiet at all angles," I love this line. This poem is going into my favorites.

[IceDragonOfPluto]

Love the poem. A clever way of saying what you want, especially after all the things going on. >:(

[Frannie]

i love love love this poem. and your authors note