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Here we are again . sitting at the kitchen table with silverware in hand doing what we do best ; prodding, poking, slicing and cutting. tearing away and chewing Our gazes stray from the mashed potatoes to the steaks bleeding on our plates but never/ to the eyes at the other end of the table ; to the face wanting to be seen we make small talk out of the corner of our mouths as we chew away the fat ; talking of the meaningless/ how the food is of the pointless/ how the day went of the impossible . . how . are . you . It's all the same just as the night before was/ the night before and before/ the table is set the food is placed and we sit ; Far . away . on this our hallowed ground our ritual performed in doublespeak Pass the salt, please/ a dance for rain More peas, dear?/ a primal scream Looks good, honey/ a sacrificial lamb in your name, we dine amen
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Dinner
Here we are again . sitting at the kitchen table with silverware in hand doing what we do best ; prodding, poking, slicing and cutting. tearing away and chewing Our gazes stray from the mashed potatoes to the steaks bleeding on our plates but never/ to the eyes at the other end of the table ; to the face wanting to be seen we make small talk out of the corner of our mouths as we chew away the fat ; talking of the meaningless/ how the food is of the pointless/ how the day went of the impossible . . how . are . you . It's all the same just as the night before was/ the night before and before/ the table is set the food is placed and we sit ; Far . away . on this our hallowed ground our ritual performed in doublespeak Pass the salt, please/ a dance for rain More peas, dear?/ a primal scream Looks good, honey/ a sacrificial lamb in your name, we dine amen
punctuation was a primitive code for me to remember cadence.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
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