Mag 109 -- fault lines

It's not my fault
that this is screwed.
Who said that? Did God?

Or some cosmic clockmaker
tinkering and trying to
make sense of Time?
An adept chiropractor,
perhaps, tweaking and
adjusting the spine of
the Book of Life? Some
oily sex deviant serial-
yanking at labia, growling
"screw you, screw you, screw
you."                                         ?

Perchance to scheme, a
fat mouthpiece letting "slut"
rush over thick air, hissing
". . . no, you are the
reason this is screwed, so
now let us watch you screw."       ?

Without a dream, a
bullied boy wondering why
Mr. Fix-It looked the other
way...

or Mr. Fix-It throwing in
the wrench and heading home
to a misty cocktail and fog           ?

                             
                                   MLydiaM ~ March 2012



Written for The Mag, that inspired with the above photo prompt (image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison)

Post Update:  I deleted the final stanza, which I admittedly added for my own amusement and served to confuse nearly everyone else(!). I thank my fine and creative friend, Doctor FTSE, for communicating with me about it and for providing the advice that I ultimately went with.



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Mag 68 -- And if thy [blank] scandalize thee

And if thy eye scandalize thee,
pluck it out,
and cast it from thee.
It is better for thee having
one eye to enter into life,
than having two eyes
to be cast into hell fire.*

And if thy wiener scandalize thee,
duck on out
after lies cast by thee.
It is better for Dems having
one less member like yours you,
than having one with such balls
cast us into election hell fire.**

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*Matthew 18.9 ~ Douay-Rheims Bible
**MLydiaM ~ June  2011

Writerquake took no pleasure in what came to mind for this week's Magpie Tales photo prompt. But once the idea hatched (tweet) there was no calling it back. I hear the same is true now for many words and pictures; once they have escaped the cage they just run wild.

Personally, I think humans are the most tragic beings in the world. If I was Anthony Weiner I would head for the doghouse and forget about the House of Representatives. He lost his balance, kinda like this wiener on top of my head is about to do. It is so ugly when they fall.

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