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“I’ve had it
with these cheap
sons of bitches
who claim they
love poetry
but never buy a book.”
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~ Kenneth Rexroth
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Elfje:
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book
of rhymes
in a library
never touched gathering dust
ignorance
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or is it stupidity ? ? ?
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Haiku:
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winter reminder
late blooming fruit and veggies
last crop of summer
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Poem:
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it was a relationship made in hell
two sickies do not make a wellie
started in the room of a sleazy motel
both personalities were like Machiavelli
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the only common ground was the booze
they both went from Jekyll to Hyde
tempers were tied to a very short fuse
mutual respect was only implied
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the need for instant gratification produced a child
neither held a modicum of responsibility
nothing would let them become reconciled
both had no clue regards dependability
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time moved slowly
the disease progressed rapidly
they took turns in and out of the pokey
the little ones become the casualty
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help was ignored, denial
the sickness said they could not be told
ever perpetuating the vicious cycle
until they were too sick and very old
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inherited by the next generation
the afflictions, the addictions took their toll
a small number poisoned an entire nation
a deaf ear limited the damage control
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sorrow, pity, remorse and regret
crocodile tears shed for the unforgiven
what were they listening to under that headset
too sick and sorry to seek contrition
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only they can help themselves
few are they who can fight that hard
always blaming someone else
praying that a miracle is in the card
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as long as there is a profitable market
the sick mind will seek its pleasure
be aware that someone you love may be the target
the law appears a weak countermeasure
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with addictions taking more lives than cancer
does the world need another opium war
can the politicians supply the answer
or must you wait until it knocks on your door
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ME and the Boss
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https://meandtheboss.wordpress.com
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https://michaelerb.wordpress.com
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