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Bogdan Dragos Dec 2019
they all gathered around to hear
the little girl sing
and she seemed so happy
about it
she had to cry first
But they wouldn't dare join her in her
cry and instead cheered and
urged her to carry on

Sing

And she opened her mouth
to sing
but her mouth was wrong
in as far as singing went
broken
askew
defective
And she kept on singing
and they smiled brightly and dared
not flinch as she sprayed their
faces with spit

but eventually her mother started crying
and father embraced mother and
guided her red face against his
chest and started crying as well
and buried his red face in her hair

Our daughter is so talented
Oh God, oh dear God, so talented

And they began to pray
silently
and the aunt prayed she won't have
to name the song the little girl was singing
Oh God...

And the little girl went
pffff pfff brrr wa pfff chhh pff
with her swollen tongue between the
deformed lips
and surveyed the crowd and wondered
why her cousin wasn't present

Well, it was his loss
somehow he always got grounded
before her concertos

What an idiot
Yenson May 2019
Bores in bore-saloons
same bulls for republicans can cans
drink your sorrows in tales and tattles
ghosts of you haunts your ghosts in blindness
lose the loss of steps marching up to the downs you own
births miracles sanctified as ladders removed bestows means
nobody owns tomorrow your pain remains in the cut you wear
He'd like to write something clever,
he'd like to build something fun
he'd like to describe himself
or flatter a loved one.

He'd like to be unique
he'd like to be smart
he once thought he was great
but he's really  not.

— The End —