On a ruined face

As a toddler exudes, one by two,
dog’s teeth from its jaw—
so a toddling woman aged fifty
yells from her backyard:
“That fat bitch ought not
talk to me that way,”
she says, foolish as
her interrogated mass
ever was in the pulpit—
what verse for Orwell’s
admission that man
and woman wears by then
the face each of them deserve?

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~ by Jeremy on June 29, 2013.

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