Anthropomorphics Poem by Chris Edwards
Anthropomorphics
Having been struck and left outside
the violence of serious cartoons,
life is a sad animal
hunting. We know it’s mostly shopping,
for the great bull, mounting, has said so: his
expression, if anything, speaks packages
about it. True, his saliva
grows less cute, but Tom keeps
his appealing intent
even with sex, the symbolic,
and the raised head end still bleats
I praise, nonetheless.
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