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The home must absorb the pressures of the world outside & the shocks & knots of childhood That twist us into weird balls A world of power’s violence & masks & the machine that produces the self We must endure without complaint To slave our lives to wage, so

 

The home must absorb the pressures of the world outside

& the shocks & knots of childhood

That twist us into weird balls

A world of power’s violence & masks

& the machine that produces the self

We must endure without complaint

To slave our lives to wage, so:

 

Not too much smack about your ex

That’s for your diary

Not for your poetry

It takes two to tango

Whether consciously or not

We stick around

Coz loneliness is the alternative

In such a lonely country we live

& it only gets worse

The older you get

A country with scant community

People build high walls around their homes

The men don’t talk

The women point the finger

& apparently vice versa

Some say introversion/extroversion

The beta partner & the alpha 

I leave my home messy

In the hope of the company

Of a mouse

A mouse like my late greyhound Rhonda Bear

A mouse would be grouse

Unfortunately, more likely here

Would be a rat

A rat the size of a cat, ha!

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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