Fifty one m1 Abrams tanks.' Australian donated it would
Break a small bank' to cause more misery..While many
Live in tents.' War and destruction, and madcap bents.?
Young Australians denied an army job.' Why were they
First obtslained.? Must have cost some bobs." Why not
Employ them as temporaty accomodations.' Thats how
Dire things are in our nation.' I never thought this could
Be the case.' I hear of war on want.' We need breathing
Space.' A time to consider? And that is now! Start fixing
Up each country, they should not be ( cash cows ) help
Your own..' Just stop bending over' to the god of destruction 'who at the moment' has a camoflauge of
Of green clover."
Chicago Bears are Raven mad
But Lions roar that's just too bad
With Rittenhouse free
To shoot you and me
Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad*
* Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula
Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago,
the NRA's Shooting Gallery
Last night
I poured some memories into a glass
They didn’t fill it, not at all
The bottle was almost empty
When I started pouring
Someone else’s history
I sipped, gulped, finished it
I always drink too quickly
When I like the taste
Such a stupid thing to do
It makes me drunk too fast
The empty glass looked sad
It was my own fault
In my greed, my lust
I wanted more
I shook the nothingness out of the bottle
Until it splattered me like blood
Half-aware, I floated to my bathroom
And soundlessly undressed,
Turned the lights down
Candle-lit shadows, danced
In the half-light
While the soft music of a piano
Played somewhere
In my silly romantic head
I didn’t know how to turn it off
I filled my tub to the brim with tears,
Submerged myself in their saltiness
The water turned red
I cried until it overflowed
Not for myself, but for you,
For you my dear,
My once darling
For your pain
Not mine
it was a coup, they planned it all along.
but they never knew who was getting hit, they set curfews for the masses.
don't care if they spoil a date.
they boost of what they have while you put them there, you help them up and now who cares.
so it was a coup, so you had a plan, so we thought it was original.
so it was a coup people died in the process, so it was for you.
they drink wine, they sleep like a baby, and their eyes to the sky when their troth is slashed.
their blood runs deep to the ground like water and makes the ground solid.
so it was a coup, so you had it pinned while many others die yet you sit so fat.
you sleep like a new baby.
so it was a coup.
I feel the loss tonight
That Glory Absent
That Wordsworth was always mourning
No more, I guess
Than the day I realized
Cruelty
I just feel the loss tonight
In an inner landscape of Void
Not so much the sorrow
As I look up into the night sky
Two Black Pools
Gateways, Reflections Guard
In a red moon and silver dusted leaves
And a sigh,
If Wordsworth were here tonight
I'd envy his sight...his sorrow
And I'd bleed him of his Immortality.
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