Sometimes we have to concentrate

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This is the theme from m*a*s*h*.
This is a call.
Realization that your appreciation.
Meant nothing at all.
 
This is eternal.
This is your life.
Vodka and tonics with the stereophonics on a saturday night.

This is illegal.
At least if you do it right.
A new operation for your eloquent spaceships.
Rockfield style.

But that was revolting.
And this is well done.
Congratulations you’re the king of the kop.
And I’m a teacher’s son.

This is the final time.
I teach you to shave.
Was never supposed to be a stain on your church.
Or a big day.

Go gadget armpits.
And cover me down.
My final suggestion in the form of a question.
Are we made of stone?

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2 comments
  1. jorees said:

    This is a very interesting poem Sarah. It gets me thinking about the deeper layers of things……

  2. Sarah said:

    I can’t take the credit, it’s a song by Mclusky. I was urged to share 😉
    With urges.

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