Earwig

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Monologue with a tall, blonde doorstop

Who swallows cynicism like a python:

Wrap the ham sandwiches to go, baby,

Because there’s thirty miles of terror

 

Yawning before us like an e
scape clause

Or a hatch you can’t batten down

For all the monkeys in the trees

Or the bees around you knees

 

Left supine in the great chalky absence

Of your hifalutin, rootin’ tootin’ escapade

Known as the Super Bowl half-time show

Or the last public execution in Kentucky,

 

Whichever comes first which reminds me

How can you arrive when you never came?

How can you still trust this gullible world

Putting your mouth to God’s ear?

 

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