Best Fetter Poems

We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter

Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy 
	was the pyramid pay 
for toiling overtime

Blue shirts keep giving us eclipse hearts...

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Peep this boo message,
if you dare ...

Keyhole knowledge 
of what cha’ see-hear
might give you a fetter scare

It’s best not to wanna know,
if you can’t handle
forced transportation
Or cruel subjugation,
by way of 
cattle prod relocation

This kinda fetter knowledge
ain’t good,
if you got a
bad heart condition

Seriously wounded pride
can make...

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I say: "Good morning everyone",
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.

The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same...

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You want two coppers,
and many golds,
and many more diamonds,
what for?
will you eat them,
you may wear them,
but for how long,
and to what avail,
you might sell them,
get money,
what would you do with money,
you can eat only as much as you want to,
you can live only in space...

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Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow.
Switch off the light for the morning sun to bestow.
Nevermore will I impanel to greet this location.
Of greed-stricken brains and utter humiliation.

A few sips of soft drink into outer space.
To submerge the truth of the matter, for instance.
Is emphatically...

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She wore her art in socks and mittens at first
But then she began designing her t-shirts, and even worse…
She decorated her lampshades, or maybe, even better
No one’s house looked like hers, Mable P.T. Fetter

She is odd some said, but they were not friends of mine.
I...

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addicted to a scent
we once granted consent
enmeshed us in confines of time
deadening sentience to our inner chime
self-blocking the influx of God’s grace
owing to mundane goals we chase
so the verses our mind shapes
though colourful rainbow drapes
if it has now become a habit routine
perhaps it is indulgence...

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