a poem for today, 10 June 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
“Marxism no longer corresponds to reality,” says man in giant hat who speaks to invisible cloud people.
Sometimes you have to speak your mind rather than mind your speech.
Today, they married me to a man I have not yet met.
Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box.
Every man should own at least one dress - and so should lesbians.
You are a man who believes in the market and in the power of competition to drive up quality.
Being is essentially alien and strikes against us.
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