Veteran Poet - 1,190 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

My Crevice - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Oh! tear! tears!
Utmost not cried,
Unspoiled tears,

Crap poetry
Wrapper packets
For years and years,

I eat the contents
Chuck the rest,

Words I can't get
My mouth around,

Psychological pews,

Twelve letter words
That have no use...

For me investigating
The brain and it's surplus,

Dig a new hole
Then fill it in again,

Then another,

A few more,

While something far away,
Beyond my premise,


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013

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