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"What Can Be Said"
by Jeph Johnson
Words, smut and sleaze;
shooting out my ass,
ignition; a warm breeze-
hot air is just a gas.
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And comfort struts bombastic
right through my graceful ploy
to melt through the plastic
persona's I avoid.
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Privacy unbecoming-
improperly concealed
gave my yet forthcoming
wounds more time to heal.
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Still blood coagulated
and plugged up where I bled.
My words were amputated
from the things I said.
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Expression, mute and muzzled,
yet bold and brash within,
intensified when the puzzle
pieced together again.
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Censoring vulgarity,
they gagged themselves instead
promoting popularity
of all but the well-read.
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I missed talking sleazy
but confessed repentance wide
for serenity is easy
if charity is pride.
