Excess Meat, Without Confection Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

Excess Meat, Without Confection



So ...

shifting with juncture demands
i'm checking for a loose shoe-lace
(too, plodders may trip
due to, cagily-pitted paths)
i'm hardly convinced, though,
a deficit due a careless tie.

Momentarily, it's a bad place,
there's less than
a penny's-pence in pleasure.

And so ...

perfectly formed decorum
appears where, in this land o'
catty-stealth that steals?
Yet, justification's wing
fly's a distance unknown
not even god goes there.

Like all ...

i'm subject mental shifts.
bullying gods push with ease
such anemic souls
of this more-than-by-now
10,000-year ... thrashing.

Despised variously
by Heaven n' Hell
fate has eaten these rebuffed
flesh n' soul like candy
there's naught but empty
wrappers, now

We need more-than justified
CONFECTION, after all those
perfidious bites, of ...

raw ... MEAT!

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Friday, February 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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