A simple poem about superstition and neuroses.
Superstitious
Much in common with a spotter having cold feet
Or a poseur conditioned to safer fields of function
Issue of nonpareil perfect ional neuroses strains the cerebral cortex
Only owning porcelain elephants with trunks facing skyward
Using certain household light fixtures in arrears of dimming ambiance
Stepping around sidewalk cracks just to avoid inner reprisal
Incapable of hanging up the phone until “goodbye” is overstated
Maybe we hold our neuroses dear
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