In The Dysfunctional Poetry Super Market

In The Dysfunctional Poetry Super Market

Oh what fresh
New hell
Is this?

Looking at the expiration date I
Pick it up and then just as quickly
Put it back upon the shelf,
Leave it for some other poor
Bastard to find.

Besides, I’ve already got a poem
Just like it

At home.

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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