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All the good metaphors
Have already
Been written.

So I might borrow one,
Like my neighbor
Begging to use my ladder again.

Or perhaps steal one,
Addressed and waiting
On another poet’s porch.

Or maybe hurl one
Out of place
Like karaoke at Poppa Jack’s funeral.

Yep, all the good ones
Are already
Taken.