Friday, October 02, 2009

Known for cheesy lines,
the type of shit found in
greeting cards,
holidays filled with empty
Passed out infrequently
to the masses
of platonics,
candy for the little boys and girls
But no candy
when it mattered,
for the hypoglycemics
banging on locked
candy shops,
fists bunched up into
wrinkled spirals.

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