I Your Hypocritical Appliance Poem by GRANT FRASER

I Your Hypocritical Appliance



I've nowhere left to go inside.
No such place to hide.
I'm putting full - stops on.

Well you've got me wearing
some, most of the time.

I want to stop!
I do!
Got to slow down the chain of thought,

(that I got.)

The heaviness or nothingness.
And emptinesses.
Human aware that you be fare.
To everything = not so.

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