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In the Bed They Make
And when will the tides turn against confident indifference?! When will humanity cease To throw cats against curiosity’s silver coated dagger Another played out song Another dramatic lyric Shifting embellished overtones With deteriorating tact They spit posthumous awakenings As divinity laced smiles, wither under a convoluted moon Shedding retina waterfalls Misunderstood Pretentious anger becomes Aphrodite mediocrity Wisdom, they never “put out” Crippled tears Become self-important struts within olive tinted reckonings Lambasted butterflies Stirring hornets’ nest Uninvited They dream for better days While double-knotting gang colored bandanas On eagle’s achromatic foreheads Another Woody Woodpecker band-aid pulled from condescending hypocrisies … And when will the tides turn against pilot light’s mal-intent? When will the flinty sheep Stop wondering how these charring, orange fires began Forgetting the 115 octane gasoline can They hold quietly in their hands ©Drake J. Eszes
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