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IM MAD
I’m mad
I’ll make you half
Tight with the butchers
I’m glad
It’s all too bad
About your futures
It’s like that
If you gotta have
Dead suits in money
I’m sad
It’s all we had
I wish I was buried
We become
The evening dung
From the worms
Eternal ghetto
Let me go
I’m just an intern
Journalist
On the witness list
One more dead sailor
The government
The jury sent
Killed 1000 soldiers
Mama said
Let’s wash the dead
And ruin the sewer
I’m mad
Like a Snapping crab
Slashing in the manure
Dead stories
Dead mornings
Warnings in blank pages
My eyes
Our minds
Its evolution raging
I’m happy
To have you lap me
I’m the one in jeans
One day
Under the hay
The bear met his means
The cages
Are like stages
Intimate ridicule
The patrons
Are mistaken
Broken is the mule
I’m glad
The bag that
Holds you is strong
It’s a secret
Time reaping
The shape of stone
Copyright ©
Tim Burr
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