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the diversity of america


one too many distractions
and you’ll find yourself dead
just go ask any politician
you may have elected

how do you slice up
that which has always been split

how do you put together a puzzle
missing hundreds of pieces

the answer of course
is nobody gives a rat’s ass

since we were born here
we’ve gotten used to propaganda
that somehow this land is ours
fair and square

which of course leads
to the crux of the problem
fault lines continually changing
right along with the demographics
of an ever volatile populace





november two thousand twenty-two
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but what do the prophets say


this united we stand business
has long gone by the wayside
factions splitting & dividing
by way of simple arithmetic or
asexual science [depending
how you see things]

hypochondriacs are either
mentally and/or physically unwell
incapable of fending themselves
against any creature great or small

extremists resorting to threats
on any given day
more than willing to follow through with them

capitalists & politicians & criminals
work in concert in the background
spawning one conspiracy theory
after the next
worshiping fanatics & lunatics
shoving them into the limelight

all this
as the artists expressively create
interpreting what they care to see
while the historians
sit & wait
for the next piece to fall





october two thousand twenty-two
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for the people


it’s no real surprise I heard him say
and it got me to thinking
whatever could possibly be

firearms made by 3D printers
ones with real-world capabilities
created by ordinary men in their lairs
focused on nothing but themselves

they make ammunition too
and anything you can possibly want
made in america & for america
always for sale at a steep steep discount
taxed by a government allegedly
of the people & by the people
haphazardly for the people





july two thousand twenty-two
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way too soon


anything is possible
how many times have you heard this
much like
the sky’s the limit
but that doesn’t make sense
this day & age
just go ask any child
who may effortlessly tell you
the sky’s only the beginning
especially if you’ve happened
to be gunned down way too young





june two thousand twenty-two
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otherwise you’d still be alive today


I thought I had something
but when I looked back
nothing was there

how do you keep yourself
together
when we all know
what happens in the end

the story can be anything
you want it to be
as long as you’re open
to interpretation

building confidence
is the hardest part
it takes time & patience
rare traits for brilliant minds

now trust is another matter
altogether

you never should have
told me your plan
otherwise you’d still
be alive today

maybe





may two thousand twenty-two
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living on the blind side of the city


the more populated we become
the more dangerous are the streets
all kinds of people packing heat
be they good or bad or indifferent

I don’t own a gun and I’m beginning
to wonder if that’s a good idea
thinking the older I get
the more vulnerable I’ve become

please don’t get me wrong
even though it’s a sad state of affairs
many positive things are happening
inside cities both large and small

but in the meantime here I am
living in the present moment
pretending the problem isn’t mine
as I go about my daily life





april two thousand nineteen
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born again in america


this life of mine does not belong
to me anymore
having recently been acquired
by some god called freedom
courtesy of another
government-sanctioned auction

I was hoping not to be put back
on the block again
but I have no options now
not since the man who was
supposed to marry me
has mysteriously disappeared

I keep telling people I came here
alone and on my own accord
but truth be told
I was just one of many
and now I find myself praying
everyone else will be born again




july two thousand eighteen
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