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Victoria Alonzo Poem
A third world city with a revolutionary aspect
The poor crouched among the estates;
for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground!
The hum of the city,
cacophony of people,
the deafening sound of
empty stomachs;
every day the media,
paints the sinister,
aspect of the poor;
urban decay:
the violence against society,
the violence against the family,
the violence of mass incarceration,
the violence of economic sodomy;
the daily cycle,
of societal breakdown;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The habitually unemployed,
the ex-con,
the moral degradation of
the sexual outcast, and
the addled mind;
homeless squatter,
a fight,
a knife,
a gun,
an overdose;
the daily death of
the designated outcast;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The revolution failed,
suicide by tribulation!
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A high order truncation,
a Haiku!
The tree cast a shadow over my body,
I slept in rags,
homeless in the park;
soon, there was a thump;
A Haiku
no shattered glass,
only charred skin,
blackest of darkness,
with blue eyes peering out!
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Victoria Alonzo Poem
who the hell let that pimp in?
My boss grabed me, then
Immediatly, I became the next candidate for exploratory surgery;
Sodomized with a paring knife to remove the alleged clitoris from my ass;
I immediatly volunteered for pimp removal surgery,
Flooding! On a gurney headed for the emergency room;
As the doctor studied my hemoraging rectum,
My asshole became blackmail for that pimp;
Not a hole,not an opening,
Just pulsating, hemoraging flesh!
The flys just congragate while the blood coagulates !
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Condom on the asphalt!
Never seen or heard,
Numb to the world,
Genes resvior,
Always containing an outburst!
A terminated vector,
Malthusian prophylactic,
Condom discarded
on THE ASPHALT!
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Freedom Usurped!
Homeward Bound,
northbound;
A red car with four doors,
the red horse of the apocalypse;
suddenly, suffocated, gasping
air thick with fumes;
Soon, freedom through death!
Struggling for a breath,
unbearable pain in chest;
Open the window!
Freedom Usurped!
Police pursuit,
stop the car!
I just can't walk the line!
Cited!
for driving
while
DEAD!
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The kids need a toy box.
So spacious, padded and erect.
Embrace the future!
The casket in the livingroom
With toys to the brim.
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The groom's bride is in a public bathroom with that slut.
The bride just ripped the knees out of her dress.
The bride's a goddamn whore
And
The groom just drove away.
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