Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Old Man Slenders Down

Bring it to the senders,
ask for the extensor,
latitude over longitude,
no longer and allocated attitude.

I have asked you here today
to speak of my grandeur.
Observe how I sparkle under
the fresh moonlight.
My skin is silken, transparent gloss.
Almost nonhuman, I contribute
even less to this economic stress.

I am, what you call, genderless
avast the mighty world of sameness.

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