Best Old Stuff Poems

Again I enter
 your boring zone,
a place of nothing,
  with plenty of alone.

The moods been set,
 no words to cheer,
I'm talking to you,
but no one hears.
 
You ask me,
to come talk for awhile,
this is nuts,
I don't like your style.

Alone before,
and alone today,
nothing has changed,
you...

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My revolutionary heart smiled at its private joke:
“The poor can’t eat the rich because they’d gag and they’d choke
On toxins like guilt, cynism and greed,
Prozac and Botox – not quite what the poor need.”

But, the above-mentioned attitudes, I hear you demur,
Are found just as commonly...

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