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Marinara, Expired

Khalid Mukhtar · September 5, 2017 ·

With permission from the talented Ibn Turab. Here’s one of his very many ramblings.


A long, long time ago, I realized
That for most of my life
I had just been an idiot
Traveling through life
Incognito.

When I made the discovery, I decided
To stop and just be what I am.
That has not gone down well with anyone
And now I am up the creek without a paddle.

So be warned: I am about to explode
Once again
On the floor of your life
Like a clumsily dropped
and wildly shattering bottle
– A big, big, BIG bottle –
Of smelly marinara sauce
Way, waaaaay past its sell-by date.

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