Angel Political Verse Poems

Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing...

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I
A queue to a doorway
No-one knows what´s
On sale there
It could be washing powder
Almonds or diamonds
You think this was some
Yesterday
Look out your
Ghost smeared
Window
This is now

II
Throw stones...

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Walking with no money staring at the pavement 
this journey never mad sense 
I was hungry so many days 
I began to study the ways...

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I walked past the cemetery the other day,
Those who fought for a right to vote,
Were turning in their graves.
 
I could hear them moaning in...

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