Line after line... after line.
Deepities for every
occasion
And for every damn
thing.
The evil can of Pepsi
Which grins in the bin.
The lone carrot, naked on
a plate.
And the symbolism... the
fooking symbolism!
Every line…no!....
every word
Symbolises this,
that and t'other.
Nothing is as it seems
To the uncultured.
All comes at you
Via the intermediary
Of the blessed symbol.
Teddy doesn't like direct
reference
Or telling it as it
is.
Each mined word
Bears a symbolic
burden.
Carries its load of
supersense.
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