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Smack In the Face

I speak of cash crops, refined apothecary powders (staples really) bought to sate, to feed the scarred artery and the diseased mind, the lover and the slave. I speak of madness.

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Bonita Rose

Date: 10/11/2009 10:36:00 PM

hello geoffery. the world is a much nicer place when it's inhabited by great talents like you. looking forward to your next literary contribution.

Donna Golden

Date: 10/11/2009 9:49:00 PM

Relevant piece, Geoffery. It's so much easier to take a pill than to work at changing our habits. Well done! Hugs, Donna

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 10/9/2009 2:57:00 PM

Some manufacturers/growers will produce anything just to make a buck. Indeed, this is madness and your poem is right on target. Thanks also for your words to Colleen Forest. I was so dismayed to see the poems Forest wrote for Yoni and me today. This is a place to share and grow with literary interest. How sad it is that we can't stop mean-spirited people from invading the Soup. Love, Carolyn

P Sheart

Date: 10/9/2009 1:34:00 PM

Hi Geoffery Very thought provoking with great visual. Thanks for your most welcome comments. Love Light Truth Patricia