Monday, April 8, 2013

Bearded Ballads 8/30: Potato Head

are the sum of its parts.
One body,
working in relative
harmony, to achieve
the same goals.

Foot.  Ear.  Eye.
God has set them
just as He pleased
even if you are
a spleen
or an appendix.

Let it be said,
it is hard to love
the unlovable
even if it kills me.

Or you.

I’d rather not die so young
at least not before I finish this poem.

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