Those who believe they were free as they were…
Are now the subjects,
Of the bizarre and absurd.
Your bubble has been popped.
You who believed you were of better stock.
And when that brick is dropped,
You will remember…
All the chances you had,
To keep the madness stopped!
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Too used.
Too loved!Too afraid to say it!And yet expecting…Someone I wish,To say this love…Too much they gave!Too abused by self denial.And unrelenting to display my need.Too much of this sits within me to reside.I can not bear again to suffer,Another broken heart…To recover from love I give.Too used.And feeling not enough…Too loved!And too afraid to say…
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Don’t let me stop you!I wouldn’t dare allow my eyes,To drift away from absorbing this!Your current romp in glee,Reminds me of so much I must remember!For every chicken I watched my mother pluck!And for every blister suffered on my father’s hands…Obtained by working ungloved in an iron factory,You are going to pay!For every roach that…
They have chosen to elect themselves,
Those who live life correct…Under the Sun.And under the Moon and Stars,They deem themselves…The Center of the Universe!The reason why this Earth was created.And in denial they sit,Refusing to believe…Other life forms have arrived,For many to observe their presence…As they visit!Leaving all to wonder ‘who’ and ‘what’Can declare they are much more…Intellectually advanced.And ‘who’ and…
Where have you been?
Has disgusted us for years.Oh…That’s right.Your life wasn’t being affected.I was one of ‘those’…And you were part of the collective ‘them’.These issues were raised when the homeless hit the streets.When hunger in the urban cities left many with nothing to eat.Remember when you would drive by…With your nose in the air and your car doors…
I am in no mood,
I’ve graduated to another playground.Consider it an upgrade.Or…At least a fading of immaturity.However this is perceived,Makes no difference to me.Just scratch me off your list of playmates.Take your time.Or do that as quickly as you please.Whether that is before or after,You have digested from your prolonged recess.Too long regressed…In an outdated and overdone self repression.Needing…