We believe female circumcision
Is barbaric,
But boys should look like their Dads,
It's traditional, like swinging a dead cat
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No muses need apply.
There are no vacancies.
The muse pool is brimming
With metaphors:
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Proud I was with my shoveling,
Moving snow to the end of the drive,
Lifing loads, shovelling high.
The armlifts created pyramids,
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The three-legged stool
Wobbles, and I have sat
Waiting to be knocked
As one tumbles a tall
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Winter amassed his victories
With cold clear spears,
Lined along eaves;
Cannon clouds hurling
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Start and stop
Up the street,
Turn 180,
Repeat the beat.
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Where are our clowns
With baggy waist-coats
Filled with promises;
Clowns wearing
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I counted
Thirty-three flies
Stuck
On the fly-paper.
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I hear a motor
In my head,
Cranking, moaning,
Turning, turning...
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This mortar bowl
With a pestled mixture
Of distillations
And impurities
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