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Where Will It End?
I used to love hanging out at the coffee shop on the corner, right in the center of town I would spend hours watching the pigeons hanging out on the sidewalks fluttering from cobblestone streets and perched around the French stone fountain It looked like an enchanted scene cut right out of Paris, France Then one day I woke up and all the pigeons were gone the cobblestone and the fountain too No one even asked us Citizens what we wanted Some person(s) with clout made the decisions Poof! They were all gone And you know what else is so fucked up — People have been misled all along told…
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What’s Happening Here
the White House a southern bell by design this gated plantation slave made foundation defies time for history tells only a few truths stories lost and made-up to keep peoples and troops under political thumbs and eyes of drones families captive in prison-like homes folks drunk on toxic food, drugs, liquor and beer keeping brains and minds unclear tv and news instilling division and fear veiling the global systematic slavery something we all have chosen not to believe so when you’re through hammering your last nail retirement parties and plaques that honor and hail when you finally sit back and toss up your feet be prepared — your ass might…
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Into The Sea: Confessions of a Cruise Line Pirate
I sailed upon a cruise ship that floated on the ocean We always seemed to make a bit of a rippled waved commotion When the Captain’s wheel spun in a circular motion as we sailed Into the Sea In the Caribbean Islands we dumped our oils Throughout sand and water we spread our spoils Covering animals and land flowing like black coils Into the Sea Cruising the Ocean playfully under night’s moon rounded dish We would drink, smoke and fornicate over the salty fish Screamed into the dark–yelling our wants, hates and myths Into the Sea We ate and drank until our bellies exploded Dumped our liquored waste as septic…