116. Plug

  

I wrote this poem about the plug socket in my bathroom after thinking it looked remarkably human like. Yet again my brain has made a pattern. Clever brain.

You look scared, plug. 

Really frightened. 

Scream, 

Eek. 

Why? 

I want to know, plug. 

Oh yes. Quite, plug 

Prongs,

Plunge

Eyes. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016) 

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