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Poem Details
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| Title: | Running The Maze |
| Author: | Peggy Pendleton |
| Date Submitted: | 5/1/2009 |
| Poem: |
Daddy was an expert at driving the lab animals mad It was his job, it was his passion. Daddy had talent for it. Daddy married a woman with a pretty child and no maternal Instinct drove them to it. Unhinge that child Daddy, see what She can take. The little whore becomes your slave until she is Too old. Unhinge that child. What is she but a ticking time bomb? Call her a liar and she becomes one, threaten the cage again, bind her Mind with fear like Chinese women’s feet. Women are used to torture The women her mother hates so much, apron wearing women, domesticated Dumb cows. The girl will run the hamster wheel of repetition repetition repetition Until she’s the only one left alive, alone at last. Talks about it like normal life, like normal life Like Normal life.... |