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Speaking Ill of the Dead



Dishonorable plastic discharge
gouge a crater debt 
of predatory lending regret

Dead faces on printed paper
exercise still
their executive will

Oppressive weight
from the mausoleum stacks
of dollar bills

Folded temptation — 
some crispy new,
others old and faded
Both remain in
C-4 spend circulation

See for the blast damage done
to the slug underbelly
Crawl into the barrel
of a power drunk 
cellar dream cluster fermenting

So psychotropic ink sick
from chasing the jade paper trail
Dead faces stay buried 
in their head

Throttle the creased kick,
unfurl the abominable pirate sail
Skim cream of the dairy
udderly dead

Emerald leaven rolls
hidden 
in the basement mattress
Adjacent to the Egyptian carvings
on the ivory headboard
of a Cleopatra-scented bed

Whispering voices,
from a dank, debt dungeon, 
echo lovingly ...
with craven, creditor joy

They murmur ecstatically
of the profits reaped 
in the name of idol presidents
lying in earthen beds

Covetously urging 
the living 
to never speak
ill of the minted dead

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