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Tom sits in his cramped container
Tom sits in his cramped container
puzzling over the meaning of the latest apparition.
The first two were about Christmas Past and Present
and could easily be explained as products of his imagination
concocted out of his own insecurities and guilt
The third seemed to refer to Christmases to come
and a situation disturbingly similar to his own right now.
Trapped in a box with a plug in his ass, if not a spring.
That thought shot sent a spasm of fear through his bowls
Trapped in a box with a plug in his ass, if not a spring.
That thought shot sent a spasm of fear through his bowls
but it couldn't be literally true - could it?
Eventually Tom sleeps, the fire dies down,
light filters through the curtains heralding the dawn.
Eventually Tom sleeps, the fire dies down,
light filters through the curtains heralding the dawn.
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| Mitchell HG37 - After Lunch |
Tom is awoken by excited voices.
The hour of his reckoning is near.
The agonising pain in his stiffened limbs
makes that prospect seem quite welcome.
But the Christmas conventions in this affluent home
require that he waits and suffers a little longer.
Hungrily he listens to the sounds of eating
spicing and prolonging his torment.
The hour of his reckoning is near.
The agonising pain in his stiffened limbs
makes that prospect seem quite welcome.
But the Christmas conventions in this affluent home
require that he waits and suffers a little longer.
Hungrily he listens to the sounds of eating
spicing and prolonging his torment.
(To be continued)
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