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  Apr 28 South by Southwest
Nylee
is it written on my face, it's turned upside down
How does it look like right here
You misconstrue what I mean
How does it make you think another story
You would not ask what's wrong
But make it seem all about you
How does it not matter to you
That there is some reason for sadness
Why does your heart not listen
This instance is like one of many

You decided to ruin my Saturday
Coming prepared but giving nothing
You are always out to find reason
Like I am here to commit treason
How does it not make you see
That you have shattered everything in me
You and your wish for hard decision
It's immensely useless, your mind panics
And you would send a bullet my way
**** me with your sharpest tongue.
and then you become superfluous
which to me sounds quite
ridiculous.

When books are kept in a museum
it'll be us
the redundant
who'll be out there to free 'em.

We are the pensioneers
like mountaineers
but
without the climbing.

and we're
also good at listening
when the hearing aid's
working.
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                      While Clenching Their Fisties

Old men do not now argue politics
At the coffee table in the grocery store
Old men, like some university students
Simply say what they are ordered to say

By voices bellowing from Orwellian telescreens

While clenching their Trumpy-grumpy fisties
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                               Let Us Proceed to Sonnet 32

                                Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 31

There is a reason why Boris Pasternak
Did not recite Shakespeare’s Sonnet 31
To the Soviet Writers’ Conference in ’37 -

It’s a mess
Slave slave slave slave
Dana in a cage
Guage
Globe Trotting
Cannibals Rituals
Legal tender no coin all meat
Licks lips
Thirsty
Fried 5 days
Hung 12 months
***** Meats
Dont Miss
In Control
Hebrew Gods
Explanations
I see bms
**** a jew again
I win icbms
Judication
First bomb on jerusalem
First bomb on babylon
**** a jew again
Zack wins
First bomb on bethleham
I will destory you
Ill load 100 million jets
Suicide missions
On jee haaad
If you bomb my land
I will call in the codes
Bunker this **** ***** lets go
Jesus christ
The Father
The son
The holy ghost
If 1 missile land in my grains
The king me says launch till rubble
Rubble
100 million program 747s
Lets go
Iran gaza
Palestine
Egypt
Sudan
Syria
Saudia rabia
Stand down ill go full force
300 country 87% population
War
If 1 lands on my bible lands
I will not hesitate
Youll be destroyed
Find out
Zack Camp Save A Jew
Biden praise a King
I told you
5 million mph
Gods Real
i hate when songs explain me
better than my own **** poetry
as if i was written out like a plot
on some ****** old tv show that
use to air in the 50s
im thirty but im fifty but im
still a teen
leaning into the stereotypes of
misspelled "me's"
its too tiring to explain anymore
there isnt a thing to prove anymore
im just me and
dont know how to deal with me
anymore
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