Irony

Commas dotted like scars on vellum,

Periods dark holes driven through the page.

Blotted tears

And written with a razor blade.

 

Clichés beaten into metal sheets,

Dull and grey under a white hot hammer.

Obvious,

Oblivious, a tragic waste.

 

This comedy has a copper taste.

 

The End

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