Fetter Poems - Poems about Fetter

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 we need to wean...

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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 thought her colorful things were mighty and fine. Spent time with...

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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 my strategy of permeability. Somehow in this suffocating world fantasy. My heart...

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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 the undertaker blues Blue steel love sending to the black veils more...

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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 an injured self-esteem die Make it go to the fetal prone...

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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 old streets, the traffic jams Are too disgusting for my eyes...

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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 required by your cubic feet, you can wear better,live better, but how...

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