Short Gins Poems

the death inside
of me tried to
become alive

my jaws of life
screamed not
to let it free

tranquil from
another pill
bartender

what's a good
mix with this
martini well

stirred
preferred
but i'm sure

you'll be
shaken
once

again when
the olive's
skin be

gins to release
the gin from
underneath

the second
time around

i'd like a third...

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Satan comes along one day.
Want some GOLD and much HAY.
Corruption grips the blood like lead.
More gold over bodies of the dead.
Lusts created by man's idle time.
Not knowing God, with many gins & limes.
Filling the heart with misery.
Soon your life is a bent over tree.
All the gold, filtered with crimes.
On, JUDGMENT DAY, away with the slime.

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JESUS SAVES...

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An hour ago
At the embassy
Fleets of steels sighing
Protracted protocols prying
Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring
Hanging hangars rusting and resting
Busy bees bullying deterioration
Officials posses with officialdom
Cabs crowing
Heads heavy with thoughts
Eyes lacerated with tears
Wives in sack-cloths
Sympathizers gulped down dry gins
As the blue bird landed from the air,
The remnant of his remains
Descended from above
Musa,
Butchered in the street of London

Awoh Awoh...

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