Prefab, bought on spec,

an anthology too heavy, too thick,

these words dribble onto the page,

small sense in leftover language.

And trees died for this paper

splattered with ready-made lines

languishing like dry toast served

on a plastic plate.

And I sit on my high bench,

gavel in hand, sentencing

this thievery to public service.

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