Paper

Paper



I have no sense of humor.
I am all clever pain and
paper
cuts deeper when the words it holds contain
weight

loss is no substitute for pettiness.
Feed your neighbors,
not your gas
tank
s will squish our bones before we realize who is respons
able

men between fifteen and fifty must join the fight.
Everyone else can take the day
off
to the side, you can see ______(insert noun) marching
by

the way they hold their hands, you can tell
they're _____ (like/not like)
us
e what wits you have;
anything to keep them from the tru
th

ink about it as much as you like,
you know what's right, and you still don't
(be)
care
ful they don't hear you thinking
they'll put you a
(the)
way

she keeps looking at me makes me think I might be
rich
icing hides sour cake
I think I read that somewhere


C.L. Bledsoe

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