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Events like Watergate come & go
Revealing to the public our national shame We no longer trust the government Any effort to deceive us is just plain lame
Our capitalistic masters heading for disaster
These pathetically absurd Creating content for the algorithm But they don’t care about our words
Dr. Strangeglove is plotting
The folly of the Pentagon staff Making old ladies weep When only evil men can still laugh
Time keeps ticking, even when we hurt
Old white men will begin to campaign Dropping promises like forgotten love notes The people cast aside once they pop champagne
You ask me frivolous questions
Who shall I vote for I don’t know who cares But, I’m rooting for no one in 2024
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Ringing the doorbell at the campus bookstore
A vintage, pull chain contraption Antiquated, yet still rather expensive A lot of fine print within the caption
Education is a self-fulfilling myth
When the public library is free Pay your tuition into the system It all depends from what lens you wish to see
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I trace your lips with my finger
Such pouty perfection in this face I want to devour you right here But in public is not the proper place So I whisper one word: “tonight” & let you think upon that all day You’ll stew & simmer & imagine How all this love will be conveyed Like this: Like Loading...
Sometimes I’m an awkward lover
I try to slap your ass & pull your hair But I don’t always have confidence But I’m doing my very best down there But I can promise you one thing, dear I will love you and only you forevermore I may be a gentleman at public events But I’ll be your pirate behind locked doors Like this: Like Loading...
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Evading their ongoing tragedies
Forty summers spent down in the dirt Withstanding the weight of apocalypse Emerging; though slightly less overt
Blast furnace of the afternoon sun Dali walking barefoot on Tampa’s shores Pale riders within unabsorbed light Embracing purity through perception’s doors The paint of our secret love notes But can only be read through the keyhole Shying away from all public renditions Her passionate words left imprinted on my soul Like this: Like Loading...
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Wish goodbye to frumpy politicians
& their senile glances Robber baron approach to public service After we gave them too many chances
I don’t care for your foreign correspondents
Time to stay home & let the meek be the victors War machines don’t benefit those who march Deceit & impropriety measured upon the Richter’s
I don’t understand disdain for fellow humans
I don’t care if you worship in a synagogue or under a steeple In the end, we’re all God’s children Here on Earth, we must remember it’s We The People Like this: Like Loading...
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I’m not saying I don’t appreciate
A lady of Paris, Milan & back again A smartly dressed woman of the Times Inspiration for me to re-dip my pen
I’m not saying I don’t cherish
A bold woman who’s a little bossy Nudity as art upon tasteful scales Teasing me through 8 x 10 glossies
I’m merely submitting a formal request
Publicly provide the proper image of classy Though once their prying eyes are shielded I’m going to need you to be gratuitous & sassy Like this: Like Loading...
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Suburban arcades & record stores
Love notes left jammed in the teletype Ancient technologies lost to whims of time Sacrilege of consuming before it’s ripe
Littered by dreams of public-school poets
Falling to the feminine side of healing Whose obedience to authority lingers But only the lonely are rhymin’ & stealin’
Our literary antihero catching the cliff notes
A repressed childhood is still better by half Trying to make up for that deleted time But you can’t get far by writing on decaf
Standing with arms braced to the wind
Needing antiquity to know how we perform Rolling empty dice against our loaded fates Summer on the coast ensures the storm Like this: Like Loading...
Poets, artists & mischievous folk
Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories
Stories of unfounded revolutions
Their propaganda always makes me a little leery
Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion
Allowing me to remain high on dopamine
Though I’ve never been one for public consumption
Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen
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