Chomping At The Bic Poem by Laurence Overmire
Chomping At The Bic
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A pen grew out of my eyeball and
Demanded I write down what I
Saw
Else my brain would be overrun
By foreign legions of emotion
Viking-like fellows with red
Beards
Yellow teeth and absolutely no respect
For women or children or the old folks
Who temper folly and guide us all toward
Wisdom.
(Previously published in The Hold, Sept 2003)
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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