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Kenneth Alexander Poem
Hope Drunk
Kenneth Alexander
It’s harder, than ever, these days to see the bright side of life, what with reality the way it is.
Suffering imminent, never ending pain, reminiscent, expand a good plan some evil is collected.
All is well in love and war, child victims, seniors - sore no more, snuggled in bunks, hope drunks.
It used to be, expression is free, disappointment, now the price to throw the dice, and nothing left but breathe, from God, hope drunk.
For the best candidate a bullet bump, in secret, hope drunk.
Benefits, saved for a few, who knew, insistent, demanding positive thinking order of the day and those in a slump, hope drunk.
A golden watch, a fish dinner, a thank you for support, and with nothing more, shown the door. A life insurance policy, satisfied, died in a dump, hope drunk.
In reality the same way, celebrate defeat on the seat of dismay. The problem before was not the score, a punk, hope drunk
Copyright © Kenneth Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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