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Poem #29 ~ Rewrite

Nov 12, 2021
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Updated: Dec 16, 2025

29. (1-24-20, Lewiston High School) Rewrite (this is the result of me changing word-for-word the lyrics to No Surprises by Radiohead)


A blood-pumping organ stacked high like a dump

Toiling on and on to a creeping, dark death

Body busted, black and blue eternal

Your face appears so restless, so glum

Lead the rat-a-tat-tat against against the fat, fat cat

They’ve never quite meowed our tune

I’d rather live a silent existence

Hand to hand in solidarity, donning a safety mask


No pang of wake-up sirens and no sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Void of sound, void of sound


Here is my last convulsion

My last aching abdominal pain


A tremendously gorgeous abode

A tremendously gorgeous crop collection


Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares


 
 
 

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