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Click heremartyr martinet
major puppeteer
sergeant victim please
take the castanet song
of your grief
tap tip tapping
tangled tangos
the web we weave
when first we practice
to receive the host of denial
which is somewhere in Egypt
not letting my people go
anything goes you know
oh no I forgot you don't
you don't know that
so don't go there because
there's a place where I can go
when I feel low
when I feel blue
and it's my mind
I said it's my mind
and no one not even
the holy ghost of threats
or the ghost of a chance
not even circumstance
can own that amigo,
you dig?
you receive my meaning bro?
because it's not about you
at all
it's not about you
at all
So rich in metaphor that it would be distracting without such a deft hand. A wonderfully assembled poem.
...spitting nails here. This poem fairly hisses with disdain. Great alliteration and choice of clipped mood-fitting words.