GRANT FRASER

Veteran Poet - 1,097 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Cookies - Poem by GRANT FRASER

I hit myself a few times today,
on Poem-hunter, just what can I say,

I wanted to look at me, not you, or him,

yes - I was disgusted, these photo-image
words are not mine,

they are robots, serving the mighty machine,

I have blood inside, and hasten to find,
stains that prove I am real most of the time,

Sorry if you think, that I'm just poeticising,
or flexing my need to exist...

I've read so much great things today,
I don't know if I can continue...

And in the living room I stopped cold,
with the cut out dots all around me...


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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