Turn

Turn him from the rubber plastic pacing

Away from white coated snakes with master’s degrees

Away from side sending pinpoint punctures and steels rods in finger tips.

Twist

Twist the view of a child stained in place, in scratchy sheets and brittle skin

Bend the world to the sideline streams of color and nonsensical movement

Break him into the gentle night with Barney and Rangers and shamming vegetable tales.

Tighten

Tighten your grip on him so that we doesn’t look at the fair

Census takers adding his name to another list of the fair where freaks pay their managers

Complete in procedure of course to keep them living in angel kissed street havens of filth.

Technicolor!

Technicolor everyone Technicolor!

Distractions now in Technicolor so roll up and see the attractive boy bleached by insulin

Deadened amusement in Technicolor and television ratings rating the quality of his life.

© 2014 Jared "I.J" Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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