Turning Phrases - Poem by Sam Fitts
Have you ever noticed that a simple
Turn of phrase can make something innocent
Into gruesome acts of malice? Such as
Referring to mowing the lawn as a
Socially necessary act of some
Botanic decapitation. What kind
Of mental imagery does that invoke?
Little screaming blades of grass, getting their
Necks sliced just to prevent reproduction?
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