Non-Erotic PoetryDignity SchrapnelThe All's-Calm bomb,
ticking,
spitting bits of euphoria,
laying low and sneaky.
The All's-Calm call,
gripping,
ripping bits of rational thought,
leaving only stupidity.
The proud mushroom cloud,
chilling,
filling the air with facade,
fleeing before conceding.
The Dignity Shrapnel's found,
wounding,
finding innocent skin,
drawing blood and scorching.
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