Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
Yes, of course,
we, too, care about
a neglected rose struggling to survive
among the scattered bricks
of a crumbling house,
but we’ve already done
all we can.
Remember a child has a tiny voice and no money – hardly the sturdy platform on which to make demands.
Yet here she stands with her small voice, empty pockets, and accusing eyes, while we continue to tell her to trust the spider who swears he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Luvgood Carp, Editor in Chief
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Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
I often wonder why
We cannot offer trust
To a spider or fly.
But go give it a try
if you feel that you must.
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Haha, yes, nicely done.
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For this reason alone, we must examine our conscience, step back and observe, and vote for what is true and right. Nicely poignant poem!
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Thanks, Liz.
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Yep. True.
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If the child would just stop being lazy and get a job, maybe she could afford to bribe a Senator like the children of hard-working executives do.
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Haha, yes, I hadn’t thought of that solution.
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Love this.
Gwen.
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Thanks very much, Gwen.
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