Short Teargas Poems

The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the gut,

prompting an exodus
of mournful bodies
propelled along that cloud
of processed misery
to wander, ashen-faced
along the concrete void....

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Teargas is bottled oxygen
The genius who invented it
should be sanctified as saint
for bringing new form of air

the ones who use it on duty
are heartless angels of happiness
they bring joy to those starved
sadists in this world can laugh

teargas is new bottled oxygen 
that the powerful supply freely
the privileged poor get it by force
to stop them from complaining

Teargas, teargas your  creator
must be adored while on knees...

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I was told who to fear
And believed every invasion
My chains have been broken
Released, the Raven flies to freedom
I've woken from my dream
Naked to all who seek justice
A mortal prognosis
Missing in the sewers of statehood
Brought to life by
Teargas in the streets
Celebrated by silver anemones
Luminescent of ginger blossoms
Gaslights reflect a feast
Forgotten before time began

                          Before

                          .........Time began...

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Creation of a generation
Generating anticipation
Alterations of duration's
While siting in frustration

Looks of men as children
Sticks and stones 
Breaking bones
While throwing stones

Fires and teargas fill the air
Shots fired killing
One another
Do they not relize

We are all one yet separate
Adam and Eve were the start
Of me, 
Tempted by Satan

The same rules apply today
Do not eat this apple of sin
Yet, my brothers and sisters

Are sill eating Eve's apple of sin...

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