Cookies Poem by GRANT FRASER

Cookies



I hit myself a few times today,
on Poem-hunter, just what can I say,

I wanted to look at me, not you, or him,

yes - I was disgusted, these photo-image
words are not mine,

they are robots, serving the mighty machine,

I have blood inside, and hasten to find,
stains that prove I am real most of the time,

Sorry if you think, that I'm just poeticising,
or flexing my need to exist...

I've read so much great things today,
I don't know if I can continue...

And in the living room I stopped cold,
with the cut out dots all around me...

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