Vs. Some Pretty Serious Stuff

 
Our glad-sashed heroine was up all night again being conspicuous.

Freddy Mercury fed off the crowd.
Ghandi went on hunger strike.

Our heroine’s new mission is about the Force of Will
And finding the source beneath the Great Alone-ness.

But sometimes she feels like she didn’t quite escape that last death-trap
And imagines gaping maws around every corner.

There’s power in the fall of a sparrow.
There’s power in the right hand of a southpaw.
There’s power in the pen
If it contains a tiny thermonuclear device.

I eat and eat and eat and eat.
And eat and eat and eat and eat.

By definition, plastic is organic.

There’s power in Sunday.


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