now entering the wrong world

The processors became fogged long ago.
Maybe that’s why the anecdote did not click;
as in, pay attention you dense dimwit; that was
a widely applicable metaphor
as in she was taught that her feet were faulty

so she was subjected to constant corrective
treatments; her sovereign space daily invaded;
only to find our her faulty feet so-called
were ideal for the fine art of ballet.
Toxicity operates perfectly in fog.

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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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