Contaminated. Poem by Peter Vealey

Contaminated.

Rating: 5.0


Catching myself,
Touching things,
A contagion of desire.
Unleashed on those
Tinsel-town flawed warriors
Spleen,
Tokenized on lawyers "ice".
Those blended, artificial beauties.
Harmful, anti-bacterial
Propaganda!
The ice-cream has melted
Recycle it,
Feel better at once,
About yourself!

Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 26 August 2020

Feel better at once, About yourself! A healthy reminder.

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