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Poly-Gorgon


I'm a freak of nature

you say

but you're common

garden variety and

everyday

I can see through your kind

anytime anyway

you are

you come

less than a dime

to the dozen


you could be pulled with the others

like fish from the barrel

all copies of one another

not following any directions

with no up or down arrows


you bore me


but I'm a freak of nature

uncommon

so when you spew your venom

I simply form it into white pearls



if you looked closely into your mirror

you would find

two separate faces



you think you are Miss

Clever Polly Purebred

but the Gorgon is the one

which the whole world really sees

each time the public sees this head


and then you open one of your  two yaws

(which is far too often......)





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