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Tossing Chairs
four hundred to be exact
onto rolling racks
perfectly to be stacked
every single, solitary night
tossing chairs
until the dawns' early light
I often must gaze
with my head in the air
peeking upward in wild wonder
toothpicks in the ceiling
are you freaking kidding me
is this a modern aged college genius
who fail to see
is this why we're here to clean
to clean up after pompous kids
oh well, I guess it is what it is
little aged souls
being little punks
whipping broken bread crumbs into
little chunks
poem
by
Matt Mondschein
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