Bring it on from dusk ’til dawn;
we rendezvous at the stellar transmission.
Kindly, full-hearted apostrophe bells
understate global warmth, ever warming.
Hold us accountable, creative director–
we can always see where we went wrong.
Swimming up through our old molasses pits,
It’s time to kick those habits with a steel-toed boot.
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Author: Aidan Badinger
Wharved.com
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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