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Casual Disregard

Two slips of pink paper
Serrated, joined, and gone -
They proved i'd paid the paper bill.
From my pocket, hmmm, job done.

Then pause, and a tentative how!
A small-scale thing becomes so large -
The carelessness; the lassitude;
It's worthless, so disregard.

How small does worthlessness get?
How large can it become?
Can a small pink slip of paper
Transpose to a casual bomb?

A snap of the neck, a random shot,
Or a maiming martial art?
A small side-order of Genocide;
Atomic blast or fart?

How casualness can casually be -
A casual death of paper, or me?

- Simon Huggins, 17th August 2001