#Poem Living in Porridge

Living in porridge
is being nice
is cosy
no swine flu

They pack you in
tunnel down your sight
get you to perform
Who’s gawping at who?

This chair is decades old
folk from around the globe have sat here
I slap my gruel with the spoon
a glutchy rhythm
Consider yourself
part of the furniture

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