Disinformation
I reach for a life raft
and
find only an apple
bobbing in a barrel.
Now I must grasp it
firmly,
like a stinging nettle,
not with my hands,
but blindfold,
and
with my teeth.
When I feel its fangs
I sense the snake
beneath the skin
and know some one
has slipped a serpent
into the I feel lucky dip.
rogermoorepoet 
Dis poem is mirror of life dear roger!!
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Sometimes we doff the party hat and our teeth are real teeth that grip and tug and tear, and underneath the falsity of skin … the truth lies bare.
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U said right,dear roger.
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I like this, Roger. It made me cringe. That is powerful imagery.
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Good morning, Tanya: so good to see you here. It’s so hard to know who to trust and what to believe nowadays. This is my response. I could have added “like putting a viper in a lucky dip”!
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Lol…That would have worked too.
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I fiddled with it a bit … now it sounds stronger.
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That did sharpen the poem. I love it!
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Watch out for those teeth when next you Google!
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I’ve added an extra verse, just for you, Tanya! I hope you like it.
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I will head over and check it out!
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