Anatomy of A Tranquilizer, poetry by Glenn Bresciani at Spillwords.com
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Anatomy of A Tranquilizer

Anatomy of A Tranquilizer

written by: Glenn Bresciani

 

Za,za,za. Ga,ga,ga. Boo-boo.
I am a Zulu walking under the moon.
The African savanna stretches for eternity.
All the lions and the zebras are living in harmony.
This is the place I’d rather be, dreaming of the wilds from a David Attenburough DVD.
Saddle up a giraffe, come ride with me.
Za,za. Ga,ga. Boo. Let’s shout it out.
Because flipping beef patties at Burger-Works is stressing me out.
Bending over a hot stove for six hours, I’m grateful for this daydream. It’s yoga for my heart.
It’s like being shot by a tranquilizer dart.

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