Weapon of Choice
I understand the need for naps
The mind can’t swim without sleep
Hibernate in caves with the bears
What is left of me in winter?
The mind can’t swim without sleep
It can only hold on like tadpoles
What is left of me in winter?
Plodding showers of congestion
It can only hold on like tadpoles
Plaster face to television sets
You will wake up all grown-up
There is no time for reflection
Plaster face to television sets
Everyone has their choice weapon
There is no time for reflection
All covet something unattainable
Everyone has their choice weapon
Use cake, tea, pills, peace or bullets
They might pay for a brief respite
Use cake, tea, pills, peace or bullets
Hibernate in caves with bears
All covet something unattainable
I understand the need for naps
By Micah Zevin 2007
Editors Note: If you want send me your own "Weapon of Choice" poems...What do you consider your own weapons of choice...?
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