Bora born
Right of way _
On the boardwalk of silly walks thempla come to
make amends for wayward lives of silly trends.
Joggers, walkers flex lycre skin, shaped up, shaped
down so mutta thin, which head should wear the crown.
Thempla pant like bloated farts, a reminder
processed diets dress in white carbs, why fight it.
No sense is held of right of way except old
men, with half a brain still programmed to make their mark.
A walk to windward in clean air should seal the
deal, less germs spread better health, a safety feel.
But then there's thempla with one track minds who just
won't move you'll find, their course set in concrete grooves.
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© 16th aug 2020 _ Ian James Daniel
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