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I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less....

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Are trans not women?
If you prick them
do they not bleed?
If you cage them
do they not sing?
If they come for trans
will they come for you?

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 As Nancy Mitford sang
it was reet petite
at the fish scone bap
she scoffed in the street

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I'm crossing the road
with scissors
sticking to the side streets
avoiding the stitches
and feeling
suddenly high.

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black thoughts
black veiled eyes

too bright the dark
to darken the doorstep

of my, I, mine, me.

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I'm going to be deep
profound
suicidal

and you are going
to feel
the pain

of watching
this poem
die.

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"Silique sod" she snorted
leaving a persistent partition.
"Brassicas" I replied.

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I'm not feeling myself
since the head transplant.

This dogs body
takes some getting used to.

I miss shaking hands.

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 Winning the lotttery
and being young
I opted for a head transplant.

"Give me the body of Schwarzenegger."

 Now I have arthritis
and an IAW.

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peace:)