Insane and luving it Poems

My job is worth much
more than eleven drachma
an hour. The venom
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My metaphor is short for some
But longer for others.
I won’t quite know when I’m finished. You shall have to guess.
It will be expensive, as I am spending time
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Persons there, standing
Are they people or coat hangers?
With folds of skin loosely draped over
Skeletal figures
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The spacebar’s a bully.
He loveth to tease me.
And say that I’m worthless
wHEN REALLY i’M NOT1111
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Shivering strips slithering
Circular ribbons
twisting and dizzy
of rose and green hue.
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I tried giving depth,
slipping on the sky

they bawl, missing me by millimetres as they
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I would like to have a word with you,
in here seems nice and cosy.
Why do you do the things you do
with your pretty poise and graceful posy
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Always talking to so-called friends
She waits and then pounces!
Childishly, she tags them then runs,
laughing as others comment.
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You can be oriented by it
But in six different ways.
It makes some joyful, some hateful
But it is blue.
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Have you ever seen a plethora?
Do you even know what a plethora is?
Does your plethora eat grass or feast on the sky?
Does he bubble along to the Sauvignon fizz?
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