Jared Gullage

Blazé - Poem by Jared Gullage

It's a Kellog's kind of morning,
A Band-Aid kind of hurt.
We're in a Pizza Hut family,
Living Prozac kind of lives.
Neosporin is our duck and cover.
Fox News brings our terror dose.
Asia is stuffed in Styrofoam,
Our royal jelly is microwaved.
Drink the good life sedentary.
Walk only on paths that are paved.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This came to me when I was taking a walk down the street and thinking about how I called that exercise. I am not much for exercising, unfortunately, and I was thinking about this as I walked and huffed and puffed my way down such domesticated streets in the middle of a quiet town full of quiet people who maybe don't see as much adventure as we should.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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