“The Clothes Were From Sears” by Bernie DeVille

Growing up twisted.
“Head fulla bad wiring,” said one.
Wrenched out of shape before the four-square games were over.
“Boy ain’t right,” opines another.
Bent. When struck, only dull tones.
“Just flat weird,” a third comments.
Beneath the weight of change, stressed metal.
“Allus knew he would be worthless,” a new round.
Ankles showing. Hair wild. Dusty face.
“Ahh yup,” rolls out.
Shock of system restarts, rusty pain regurgitated.
“Bad seed.”
Seeds flourish.

-Bernie DeVille

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