Who are they these paper people
each exactly like the other
cut in chains with children's scissors
in some demon kindergarten,
...
MOSQUITOS love each part of me.
I am a gourmet treat.
But most of all and best of all,
they like to TAP my feet!
...
Her breaks have been many and mean
With bruises and sprains in between.
Now her new metal parts
chime a tune when she farts.
...
Oedipus Rex
Had a problem with sex-
A flame that his tears could not smother.
Which proves one old saying
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Prized and published American poet who enjoys all forms of poetry writing from Limmericks to Villanelles and free verse to classic rhymed metered verse.)
Paper Cuts
Who are they these paper people
each exactly like the other
cut in chains with children's scissors
in some demon kindergarten,
Cast on wind to whirl about me,
lacking form or real dimension,
why do they reach out to touch me,
cutting me on their sharp edges?