Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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I spin into the light.

A top twirled by some impressive overlord.

I am one with the synchronicity he has for me,

But can I truly withstand the force of his hand?

My spindle chips a little,

And my gait changes as I continue to twirl.

My spindle tip breaks, and I wobble

Incomprehensibly until I fall,

Yet the others never cease their spinning…

Written by uncannynerdyguy

September 13, 2012 at 9:00 pm

Posted in Poetry

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