Tuesday, November 7, 2017

poem of the day November 7



It was a fad
just like the other fads
and I was afraid 
I would once again miss the train
People were painting 
their big toes red
and buying expensive glass boots
so they could bask in
the latest nonsense of vanity
the latest edge of insanity 
where we all secretly wish to be seen 
This time I had joined the line early
and was full of anticipation
as I waited for my paint job
but when I finally reached the front
they ran out of paint so once
again I missed a faded fate

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