Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 34,536 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxiiii: Electronic Humours - Poem by Douglas Scotney

A fortune teller
said a surge will come from below
to swamp the electronic humours.
'Even fortune, virtue and contrition
will not save you.'

That being the case,
he used up all his luck,
became as nasty as could be,
even sought vestiges of the contrition
he thought he'd eliminated years ago.

All that was left at the surge:
those humours.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013


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