Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Blindness, Deafness

This is water, W-A-T-E-R.
This means what, her eighteenth?
This hat, it's menswear.
This light! Unbearable!
This man's overweight.
This land, your land, mine.
This time, with your left hand.
This kind of work is tiring.
This stark portrait, in it
This lame beggar prayed that
this day would be his last, saying
"This, too, shall pass."
This tall glass, should I?
This court should respect
this common right of people.
This population, third-world, caused
this unexpected economic push.
This revolution ousted the corrupt.
This beast generally behaves.
"This," she interrupts, "seems absurd,"
This disappearance, find the cause.
This color cannot be the one for
this room, forty by twenty by twelve.
This loud noise won't be tolerated.
This pillow goes well, though.
This ugly mug. You don't like
this rug? No, that's fine, I said
This mug, this M-U-G.

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