2011/03/23 Avenged (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

Oh, so easy to fall back into dangerous
ways, to eat French fries and fast food,
drink in evil dilemmas – then hide behind
the eyes of authors who retained those
unsophisticated minds of children

Flee surreality of boring texts like bone-dry
legislation bringing mental asphyxia and
death – hoping there is a special hell for
those forcing others with imagination and
taste to read destructive legal documents

Hoping they will be tortured by exposure to
endless repetitions of children’s stories until
they feel the same pain they made others
endure, that every moment of suffering will
be avenged in tables being turned and

Dumped unimaginatively on every boring
person we were constrained to listen to –
even when our brains fell out of our heads
in attempts to hide high degrees of frustration
we were subjected to…