Dr
Morrison’s Blemish Plaster
the poor in their theme park
running lab rats owned by you
in heaven you get a king single
bed
with a cross-stitched sampler
above it says ‘suffered in silence’
worth the humiliation take hold of the
thin skin of your quick that onion pale
membrane right below the nail now pull
don’t
dare cry
Ouch! I winced when I read the last two couplets
ReplyDeleteyes, we need poems about this!
ReplyDeletethough I do resent yr giving the prick a doctorate for free
ReplyDeleteHe'll give himself one soon, don't you worry.
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ReplyDeleteDear Kerri, that is another terrific poem.
Suffered in silence. Lord. Lord. Better pain is quick.