They Talk A Lot

Posted: November 26, 2012 in Poetry
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I fear who I’ve become as time ticks by

Ponder the enigma but there’s no why

Can’t help who I was it fit like a glove

A rhyme with no meaning destroying love


Somehow managed to fall into their plot

Waiting for Abraham to come save Lot

Kicking myself for now I know better

Writing with blood the words of this letter


Judge from up high upon a throne he sits

Protecting profiteers and hypocrites

Disturbing children just leave them alone

We’ll let he without sin cast the first stone


We’re dreaming their dream while there our life goes

They can pontificate but no one knows

Commercials that sell inadequacy

Don’t let them shape your soul’s identity


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