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Maybe today is the day
I buy an axe,
cleave oak from oak,
bust this old,
ugly furniture
into kindling, use it
to feed the fire
of my fury,
safety goggles shielding
my baby blues
from splinters
that will surely fly
everywhichway
when the thick blade
breaks the bullshit
into firewood.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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