Practice your swings

You might have to be bored

Or Angry

Or Apathetic

To hack people in the streets,

on their way to the grocers,

with machetes.

It could be on the radio

Or a sermon you heard

Or your fat bastardly neighbour

A little bird?

Here is a mob.

Your mob.

Practice your swings

Think of the time

you played tennis with

your cousin

at the youth club and

won,

when you throw a backhand.

You must be warned of the

drop

splatter

outpour

that flows and

stains.

But remember,

power

in numbers and also,

wash your beige dress shirt when

you get home,

The one you wear to work.

Give your kids hints on their homework

but not the solutions

and tell them about your day

when you kiss them

goodnight.

Tomorrow it will

begin

again.

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