The Cherry Men and Baby 33
Blue-collared dice are tossed into fire lake.
Void of sevens and angels.
Heaven never seemed so far away-
Our collective innocents...
stuck on a glue strip of daddy's latest bad trip.
Hung from a bending nail of a crucifix.
Mommy's best friend is a smartphone.
It was never you.
Faith fled the scene long ago.
Long before the Cherry men screamed...
"Drop the amendment and your freedom to speak."
Never dream too deeply.
Nor venture beyond the froth of the breakers.
The small-town doctor slinks away from the oath.
Slinging baby #33 to the slag heap.
The alleyway glistening with bottle caps.
Needles of indifference.
The only thing left in the garden are boom slangs and charlatans.
Hissing "it isn't as bad as it seems".
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