2014 #275 (grrrr)

now I’m no dictator
so do what you want,
but, I can at least burn
you in your fucking effigy,
or I would burn you
in your fucking effigy
except the city probably requires
burning permits, obtaining express
permission to burn anything,
especially a fucking effigy,
yet I bet they shrug blithe shoulders about
all the fires milquetoast smothers daily

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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