Two Poems By John Hutchison.

(1.)

What The Voice In My Head Shouted At The Three Idiots Who Do Not Grasp The Concept That One Is Supposed To Be QUIET At The Library.

Will!

You!

SHUT!

UP!!!

(2.)

What The Voice In My Head Shouted At The Old Woman Blocking The Aisle In The Grocery Store, Not Doing Anything, Just STANDING THERE In The Way.

Move!

You!

Old!

BAT!!!

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He's been ingested, injected,
infested, infected,
protested, protected,
detested, detected,
digested, dejected,
incested, insected,
basted, bested,
tasted and tested

But today the godmonster
slouches toward 39
unbroken and unbowed.