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Its all about half cleft clauses These days the (most interesting) People are mostly broken, like a Ballerina with no toes Or a singer with nodes Belting crooked c’s at the Top of a whisper (any louder and people would hear) They sell themselves, stories for Cheap print and cocktail conversation (I couldn’t imagine living through that!) Their 15 minutes shortened to A mere two or three Or however long the dregs Of a mildly disinterested mixed drink lasts We’re drunk on self-pity Stumbling to work Pockets full of loose change and antidepressants The younger child, Daughter of Excellence but far from Perfection We contend with our silence Because it has become our language
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Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
The Modern Child
Its all about half cleft clauses These days the (most interesting) People are mostly broken, like a Ballerina with no toes Or a singer with nodes Belting crooked c’s at the Top of a whisper (any louder and people would hear) They sell themselves, stories for Cheap print and cocktail conversation (I couldn’t imagine living through that!) Their 15 minutes shortened to A mere two or three Or however long the dregs Of a mildly disinterested mixed drink lasts We’re drunk on self-pity Stumbling to work Pockets full of loose change and antidepressants The younger child, Daughter of Excellence but far from Perfection We contend with our silence Because it has become our language
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Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
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