Two wrongs
breed like
cancer cells
and before
you can say
Jacqueline Roberta Sunningdale
zillions of mindless, infantile little wrongs
are prowling dark corners
and growing taller and fatter and hornier
and more wrong,
all intent on destroying
their human fabricators, along with
droves of innocent and not-so-innocent look-alikes,
in camouflaged, evil waves of wrong.
(26 July 2004)
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An apt title, an enigmatic poem.