A/N: I wrote this poem because of a poetry prompt I got from a class I was taking. The objective was to create a poem with the title: (object) of (concept). So, naturally, the fork of anarchy.
the fork of anarchy has five prongs
one more, to make a point
dust settles in a drawer
serving to anoint
soft hand on steely shoulder
sits not with the other tools
bowed limbs and pushing salad
in a drawer of four-pronged fools
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A Collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryI considered titling this something like "Rain's Droplets of Poetry" or something like that but ??? there is some vent poetry in here, I'll add warnings before each chapter that contains these
