Scapegoat Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Scapegoat

Rating: 3.5


Unquestioning,
of sleeping herd mentality,
I spread the human better
with that masquarading knife
of a wino's deaf, sad tolerance.

You confidante,
I cannot stand
your pizza, wine, and breath.
The way you blow zeros
brings grey to the sleeping lamb
of my overturned back.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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