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Money is Only Paper
He’s mad,if a man is after moneylike a fugitive on the run.He’s a capitalistif he keeps itby whatever means necessary –ruining anyone solely for profit. He’s a playboyif he spends itwithout a careon booze n’ boobs.A never-do-wellif he doesn’t get itat the dint of… Continue Reading “Money is Only Paper”
Blame
We are no robot –powerless, remote-controlledyet few behave differently;Blame is but a human attributeour Achilles heel, our cancer.‘The devil made me do it.’you accuse the fallen angle –still yet an addict loves his addiction.Some say he’s a mystical thing –there is more to himthan… Continue Reading “Blame”
Frat
1A freshman – his parents willed so,An opportunity they longed for but ne’er had.Quest for a degree – a habit of our society,A serious-minded boy he was –His mother’s joy, his father’s insurance policy;Four years was the planned tenure at the citadel. 2“Bring pennants… Continue Reading “Frat”
War is for the Poor
Vultures don’t feast on the caravans of the affluentFlies and worms banquet pleasurablyOn the carcasses of the vulnerable,War is for the poor.Guns and bullets prove their mightOn the harmless bodies of the poorMass graves willing to embrace their bodiesWar is for the poorWar does… Continue Reading “War is for the Poor”
Humble Grief
1.Prostrate here in humble grief, I lieIn this foul-smelling and awful cubicle.What with me do you want, O Justice?Ain’t your vows to ruin my innocence? 2.My castle of confine! My dwelling! My cell!Long enough have I known your hermitageYour stonewalls of miseries to me… Continue Reading “Humble Grief”
Orange County
(Inspired by Revelation 21:3, 4) There… Lovers will only know bliss None would say “l love you” When they know these words untrue or vain. There… No statesman or politician will grace a podium Neither will we wait on their promises Like dawn… Continue Reading “Orange County”
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