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A Censored Society
Contributed by
invierno
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Sunday, 8th November 2015 @ 04:28:16 PM in AEST
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A flock of starlings formed a cloud,
so many beating wings, loud as *****;
the rushing sound of angry cows bunched into a tense herd.
My elbow lined up at the bar,
tight crowded drinkers slaking thirst,
it whispered on my left man's jacket;
he said Sorry as he turned away,
to his back jacket patch I whispered "*****",
some company called Fence Ford.
Fifteen feet from me at least in the breakfast aisle,
a mommy inspected cereal,
as I approached she said Sorry, moving quick,
timid as a broken bent bird,
Sorry for what? I asked myself,
I mean really...what the *****?
I came to gates of pearly white,
What is this place?, I asked in fear
to monstrous large dented, blurred gates;
Oh, no! This appointment I could miss;
Hell, I'd be happy to be ***** late!
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invierno
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2015-11-08 16:28:16]
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Re: A Censored Society
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by speedy on
Sunday, 8th November 2015 @ 08:57:18 PM AEST
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Great write.
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Re: A Censored Society
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by xHeathenx on
Monday, 9th November 2015 @ 07:25:04 AM AEST
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This is pretty funny. I'm the mom who says sorry for something there's not necessarily a need to be apologizing for. lol
I still don't understand the "Fence Ford" thing if you could explain that one for me.
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Re: A Censored Society
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by softerware on
Monday, 9th November 2015 @ 10:25:48 PM AEST
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*****funny ending caught me off guard! You are a trickster!
I could so easily picture "My elbow lined up at the bar, tight crowded drinkers slaking thirst.."
An apt description that reminds me of the NY subway...crowded humanity all headed in the same direction; strangers in common purpose, remaining distant in close quarters.
"Sorry" is a withdrawn departure. As to the gates:
May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.
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