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		Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 2
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for the month of November. 
Topic : Write a poem about plastic surgery. Successful or not. 
Form : Any
Line requirements: Eight or more.
Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 
Questions?
A reminder that everyone is welcome to participate, and that 4 in 30 days is better than zero in 30 days. Game on. 
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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                                      Ever
                               since I was a
                              young boy, my
                             family could sit
                                around the
                                      table
                 and show each other the true 
               meaning of friendly competition.
              My dad  was the scrabble  master.
              My   sister could sweep the   room
              at     clue. My mother quietly    took
              it      all in monopoly and my      big
              ol'    bro destroyed everyone       in 
            just      about everything else,      but
           my       game was operation.        The
        focus     and steady hands, with     an
                       hourglass  for pressure.
                      There's no    surprise we
                     all went off    after college
                      to pursue      careers child
                      hood play      encouraged.
                     I mean, as     an electrician,
                     I get a nice       jolt when I
                       miss, but       I get to pull
                      out organs      as a serial
                  killer.  Sorry     mom and dad.
	
	
	
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		Plastic
Garbage floats on the water,
clumps up into islands for the rats
wading, swimming, leaping between
log to log, ridge to ridge,
barbed wire fence to barbed wire fence,
officers' mess to officers' mess:
flashes of recognition
no surgeon can return.
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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		I like to take model kits
and mix up the parts.
So I end up with a model T
with Frankenstein’s arms for headlights,
a B-29 with a Napoleonic warship’s cannons
mounted on wings and tail,
a 50’s hoodless hot rod 
with a Godzilla head instead of an engine.
But my masterpiece is a diorama
of the fall of the Alamo
with ants painted red, white and green
for the Mexican soldiers 
and an oversized gold-suited Elvis
with a Hydra head
singing a duet with the Giant Mantis 
who’s wearing wearing a coonskin cap
inside the fortress
in front of a drive-in theatre screen
showing Picasso’s Guernica.
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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		Restorative Surgery
I used to use steel pins
for plastic surgery
heated in a gas flame
just to middling red
not orange and for sure
not yellow - saffron’s weak
so they just crumple when
you try to drive them deep into
a plastic handle for example
when you’re trying to repair
its cracks with metal pins– 
that’s modern tinkering.
	
	
	
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		Self-taxidermy
After uncle Kenny died
we didn't pay for the casket.
Instead, we left him on his rocker--
perfectly preserved, exoskeleton
glinting by sunlight.
His mute corpse really 
tied the room together.
Bonus:
Pressure
Allison could no longer bare 
the weight of her plastic surgery,
crumpling in on herself
like a frat house party cup.
Supermodel
I'm tired of lookin' at
your pretty ass 
face
Rub some dirt on it
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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		 (11-03-2022, 02:59 AM)Semicircle Wrote:  Self-taxidermy
After uncle Kenny died
we didn't pay for the casket.
Instead, we left him on his rocker--
perfectly preserved, exoskeleton
glinting by sunlight. 
His mute corpse really 
tied the room together. Love it!
Bonus:
Pressure
Allison could no longer bare 
the weight of her plastic surgery,
crumpling in on herself
like a frat house party cup.
Supermodel
I'm tired of lookin' at
your pretty ass 
face
Rub some dirt on it
	 
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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		They Put a Man on the Moon
the entirety
of the known universe
can now be tapped
from a phone
by a child
of parents
who stubbornly
put all their potable water
into poison plastic bottles
like they are out of ideas
	
	
	
	
		
	
 
 
	
	
	
		
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		I can barely recognize
some celebrities due to all the work
they've had done while attempting
to retain their youthful appearance.
In some cases, it is obvious 
that some of those attempts
have back-fired badly. Of course, 
none of them will live
even one day longer.