Angela Lewis: Random Impulse
Throw your body against the machine
Disempowerment and voicelessnesswhat does that even mean?
make it stop
The man he yaks
half honest lies
maniac
Get on top of the man and stop him in his tracks
Yelling and fussing
attempts made mute by Smartassery
Put some ass into it
Halfassery
We're all bored and oversexed
So we play with puppets
Tugging on twine
What happens when you throw the puppet into the machine
We're all just a bunch of monkeys
Monkey wrenched
Wrench off with brute force i beg you
Throw your body against the machine
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I really love the flow of sound in this poem, how the words are crafted to beat against each other in a stutter-start, rhythmic way. I particularly enjoyed the lines "The man he yaks / half honest lies" and "So we play with puppets / Tugging on twine." There's a lot of musicality to this poem, which I feel pushes a sense of urgency through the content and gives it a lot of power. Very well done! If I could critique anything, I would suggest maybe spacing apart the three uses of the word "ass" or even taking out two of them, so the one "ass" that remains has more weight and punches at the reader a bit more.
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