Crushed arm


Slept on side, having noticed that some who refer to themselves as politically progressive do tend to tell others what and how to think and act.

Compelled to move very slowly to prevent arm breakage, and then forced to rush, or just to shutup.

Crushed arm until arm is a dead thing, needles pricking at fingers, and so surmised the uselessness of that, since others will always taste dissatisfaction,

and couldn’t move, could not roll over. Little wonder then at anxiety on dead arm in road, the large red pickup truck which turns and hustles ahead.

Felt urge to say something bad and so said it.



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