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The way, in which I lived, so shall I die?
The sea salt washes up against rocks
and bleach the stones white
Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew
Someone was mourning a death.
The party was going strong
The doorbell rang. In that moment
Speak low, lean low
Turn down the tempo
A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man
Took his last breathe.
Did he pass the test?
Bending over and sniffing the coke
By the mountain load;
Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt
How you lived, so shall you die?
Why cry. That was your life.
He became the cocaine and
His mind became retarded
The salty breeze massages my scalp
As they soul jump into to the sea
longing to be cleanses
Speaking low, leaning low their noses
Are on fire: another lost soul
Bolivian marching powder
Drip, drip drops of blood
Vanish out to sea.
a different kind of philosophy
The Devil philosophy
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Would the new government continue from where CHAVEZ left,
and even do better where necessary?
Is it possible that the new administration's governance is about
uplifting the standards of VENEZUALAN PEOPLE through fostering
Can those to be elected into power,change the course of solving
the VENEZUALZNS problems and needs or shall be worse than
Or they shall be ushered into office with no purpose behind the
VENEZUALANS,only eager to shut off their eyes and ears
by imperiarism from outsiders?
Will they do better than CHAVEZ,for the poor or for the rich
elite __ bridging the gap between the rich and the poor?
*Tribute to HUGO CHAVEZ [1955-2013]
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Opposed to an Oblivion
In Brunswick County, there lived a Bolivian
Who was opposed to having another oblivion
When both he and gorgeous wife here came
To find abundant amount of fortune and fame.
Their realtor who happened to be a loan shark
Tempted them with trying to live in a trailer park
And being there were only two mouths to feed
A tortuous trailer would be all that they need.
When like sheep they would creep off to sleep
Into debt, they never, ever had to go deep
And my husband who has been an old fart
Had dream about Wal-Mart and a shopping cart.
Both back wheels of cart had started to bang
In front was a fool with front tooth looking like a fang
Even though with much musical talent was gifted
He went to a smaller store and there shop-lifted.