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I am the ghost in the machine

I am the ghost in the machine

I am the ghost in the machine,

the elephant in the room,

the fly in the ointment,

the wolf in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing

for what I am.

I am the ghost in the room,

the elephant in the machine,

the wolf in the ointment,

and the fly in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing

of what I have become.

I am the wolf in the room,

the fly in the machine,

the elephant in the ointment,

the ghost in sheep’s clothing;

and I have a loathing for this type of poem,

where the combinations grow

with every word

ever more and more absurd –

I am the septic in the poem,

or should that be sceptic?

Anyway, as I was saying,

I am the poet

in the septic,

tank.

No, that’s not right…

I am the poet in the room,

sheepishly wearing wolf’s clothing,

flying in the ghost machine,

whilst coated in ointment…

allegedly.

Wolf @ the Door

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“I’m hungry like da wolf;
Da wolf at da door;
Hurry up and let me in,
Or I’ll fade away for sure.”

So, feeling kind I let him in
And, where do I begin,
He ate my arm, my leg (and then the rest of me)
I know – I ‘never’ win.

“But, how did you write this poem without any limbs?” you ask.
Well, you see, I am a poet
Who is ‘up’ to the task.
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NB this is Based upon Jane (LOML) being ‘hungry’ and my poeticising that. Simple G:)

Animal Matters

wolf-penguin

I am aware, Wolf, that the things you say are true; but, I am still having trouble getting used to a talking wolf.”

Wolf the wolf looked at the penguin.

You’ll get used to it; but, it’s beyond me what you are doing in this laundrette!” said Wolf.

Just waiting for my washing to finish.” elucidated Pengui the Penguin.