Porcupine
So I sit here staring blankly -
Whitewashed jargon -
Spilling freely from a white toothed puppet -
Her smile displaying the vague warmth of a porcupine -
Blah, blah, blah,
She repeats like a record that has been scratched with the bordom of my mindless wanderings -
Oh to stuff her in a dumpster - Quieting her ever childish propaganda -
So I wait for my freedom -
To kill a porcupine.
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