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Joe Lobue Poem
Here I am searching for a verse,
Something that feels my curse.
My heart numbs, cuts and seizes my attention,
My mind distracts, doses off and feels no affection.
Many famous had this curse,
One expressed it quite terse.
Few carefully chosen words he always selected,
As his face and body always seemed defected.
Curious to know the famous one,
One of antiquity's dejected son?
He is my brother that I learned about in school,
You know him too unless you are a complete fool.
He was tall and gainly,
His wife a bit insanely.
'Cause of his depression he sometimes took to drinkin',
Couldn't you tell that I was talking about Lincoln?
Copyright © Joe Lobue | Year Posted 2013
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Joe Lobue Poem
In a cage I have been born,
Without glimmer of hope.
Except when I laugh with my
handlers and drink in the flow
of feminine beauty.
I struggle to be free to no avail
and my consolation are sore
feet.
A kind word and some warm
attention I savor.
My throne rolls around and
everyone loves to serve me.
Sometimes I get a concerned
glare that is demeaning, worthy
of a criminal in a cage.
However I'm innocent I swear!
I was far too young to be
sentenced!
My cage is made of my own
bones and flesh where no man
can free me. I wiggle and
writhe but never to be free.
I am paralyzed but my mind is
free!
Copyright © Joe Lobue | Year Posted 2013
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