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    dots Submission Name: Razor strop lesson learneddots
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    Author: honus
    Elite Ratio:    4.78 - 90/96/32
    Words: 116
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    dotsRazor strop lesson learneddots
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    The strop hangs there
    motionless,
    though it seems to move
    up into his hand
    like a cat
    tangled at his ankles.

    there is a price for
    an unmade bed,
    mowing at odd lengths, or
    the can too far from the curb,

    there is a price,
    there is always a price,

    collected
    by that strop
    slicing slender rivers.

    I wished,
    but gave up on magic.

    I prayed,
    but gave up on god.

    I rage
    and it answerd

    when nothing else
    answered.


    Soon I will level him,
    strop my razor,
    shave my whiskers,
    and leave him to die
    on the bathroom tile.





    Submitted on 2006-11-26 02:41:59     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      there is a price,
    there is always a price,

    collected
    by that strop
    slicing slender rivers.

    I wished,
    but gave up on magic.

    I prayed,
    but gave up on god.

    I rage
    and it answerd

    when nothing else
    answered.


    Soon I will level him,
    strop my razor,
    shave my whiskers,
    and leave him to die
    on the bathroom tile.



    Yeah, the lesson appears to have been learned with painstaking clarity and will soon blossom into a command performance by a new generation that repeats the mistakes it fought so hard to avoid. After the strop master is dead on the bathroom tile, what will prevent the recipient of all that injustice from exploding into rage under the stresses of adulthood?

    Well-written. Sad. Cautionary.
    May the bomb be defused.
    Bill.
    | Posted on 2006-11-26 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]


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