Rebel Tea Party/Irked

by davidchrzanowskipoetry

Rebel Tea Party

And we sit and drink,
making subversive
comments about primary
issues we don’t really
understand. Mocking, we
slice crackling from meat,
until we make our own
meaning. And who’s to
say we didn’t really know
anyway?

 

Irked

It’s a funny thing to feel irked,
to see from inside the Panda’s eyes.
We could make love forever,
but the seams will never fit,
and the rules presented by
faceless admin staff
of magazines and websites,
destroys artistic intent.

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