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  • Writer: Nolcha Fox
    Nolcha Fox
  • Feb 27, 2024
  • 1 min read

Poetry is bad for your brain.


Soap bubbles will dance to the rhythm

while you wash the dishes.

You will mourn a love before it begins.

You will see the world destroying itself,

and adore it as shrapnel

pierces your heart.

Your mind will grow flowers

that will shield you from the rain.

Boy scouts won’t knock on your door 

to sell you something you shouldn’t eat.

The neighbor’s dog 

won’t poop on your lawn.


Buy my latest poetry book,

and I will show you how

to change your world.


inspired by Doug Anderson’s “Dear Children:”


 
 
 

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