Poetry can’t just be
Glanced at,
You’ve got
To feel it
More than just
Read it.
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Do you sweat when you lie?
Most of their lies are very dangerous lies,Heavy, intricate, complex,Trying to tie knots in peoples minds,But political lies have very serious consequencesFor they involve the security of our Country,And the future of our children,It is criminal to play around with peoples lives.
Follow the Snakes to their lair,
The Clink-Tons are some pair,Bonnie and Clyde, never had their, style,But why should anyone care?
Always,
That aren’t there,It’s really terrible,When you want to shareYour thoughts, pains and feelingsBut there’s Nobody there.
Changing gears,
Slaves of the Media,We now All are,One of a kindWe travel with Expedia,To a Manipulated star.
I hear the music in verse,
With its notes, the music of language,Drills deep, knows no fences,Senses, the lingering mystery,Behind all creative lenses.Oh Language, Oh Language,Oh Poetry, Oh Music!I never tire of your consequences,Forever surprising and thrilling,Our most sensitive nerve endings.
What the hand can do,
Especially express,With a caress,The tendernessOf Love,Like no words can.