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Jeff Palmer Poem
You can push me down, tetris man piece tree. Papiroflexia; you can not shape me. Recycle green shaded currency; tied to a pole. True colors show. Paint my words Picasso, this message will not reach your praise. My hands will make the change. Unfold me, blueprint as they see me fit? It is not that our leaders are not doing their job. It is the virtuous electricity foundation; SEE underneath. In line the people our doing their job, to man; this is perfection. Salt was once considered rations. We killed for this, deceiving nations. Bittersweet, war unites us all to fear. Now order is in place, lets see what a child creates. Draw me a picture of a leader. White over black; retrace. Gray matter reading between the brains lie. Confused heart sails; dry skies. Breathe in humane, artificial cry. Soon will run dry; rock bottom. Tear U.S. Apart, they will collect and rebuild the same work of Art.
Copyright © Jeff Palmer | Year Posted 2014
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