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david badgerow Oct 2011
a new face
a devil's diction
a change of pace
a gift for fiction
a brand new taste
a signed petition
all heads bowed at benediction
a very small space
a cause for friction
a high speed chase
a duty left in dereliction
a rat's race
a drug addiction
a heart misplaced
a **** conviction
a gathering place
a tight constriction
a country full of human waste
an angel dies of malnutrition
david badgerow Oct 2011
Hey!
I'm down here
with bug bites and blood smears
just trying to climb up a ladder

Hey!
I'm down here
with all doubts and all fears
just looking for momentum to gather

Hey!
I'm down here
with the Bikes and the Beards
just grasping for a rope or a tether

Hey!
I'm down here
with hardened gums and dried tears
just wishing for hope or a feather

Hey!
I'm down here
with the poets and the queers
trying to write down what really doesn't matter

Hey!
I'm down here
blinking lights and drinking beers
straining my ear to hear your chatter

Hey!
I'm down here
with full lungs and three cheers
banging pots to make a high clatter
david badgerow Oct 2011
I wish I held a microphone
every time I went to speak
each person would be forced to listen
and shut their ******* beak
This may sound harsh
it might offend your features
but I'm standing
knee-deep in a marsh
surrounded by brain-dead zombie creatures
These people are dull
ignorant or crazed
and deciding if they like gooseflesh
grilled stuffed or brazed
These words are a knife
and with them I will cut
a line on their throat,
a hole in their gut
there's only two ways
to get out of this rut
The other way I know
to make them scatter like rain
is to open this heart
and show them this pain
These words may be putrid
they may offset your senses
but ooze fills my shoes
my legs are cemented in fluid
and I'm reaching out for fences
praying to gods both demented and Druid
I wish I held a microphone
every time I went to speak
but my voice is worn out gravel
I'm stuck up ****'s creek
without a paddle.
david badgerow Oct 2011
I'm going to rile my way
out of this hollow
I will do what I must,
beg steal & borrow

I'm spitting bile today
venom laced with sorrow
there's no one I trust
no patience for tomorrow

I'm not going to smile today
let them all think I'm insane
I'll use words like
**** and *******
and I'll take Christ's name in vain

I won't walk a mile today
not in anyone else's shoes
my feet are just to big,
already tripping over the blues

I won't write with style today
I'll ***** these words onto paper
because I woke up on cold tile today,
realized I'm just a bottom-scraper.
david badgerow Oct 2011
Listen, children
I'm calling by phone
to teach you
of a bourbon sunset;
a time when it's best
to sit alone
on a river's beach
and drink and try to forget.

Forget about the past,
the sorrow and the pain
drink them down fast
or they'll slowly drive
you insane.
Drink away the pleasure
douse out the memories
Tonight I drink for leisure
and to burn away my arteries.

Listen, children,
quick, to hear
the story of the whiskey sunset
will surely bring you to tears;
This knowledge, do not forget
will pay dividends in years,
the doctrine of the bourbon sunset.

Now my tears flood this river's bank
and a blind man could see
this bottle's drank
so when the time comes
it's me you'll thank
for teaching you of a bourbon sunset.

Listen, children, really
do not curse lie or steal
just drink away the fiction
all that remains becomes what is real
you will die stone
cold and all alone
no matter how much love or hate
your heart feels
david badgerow Oct 2011
the poets reach for gin
while the athletes reach for water
the christians teach of sin
and look forward to the Slaughter

the warriors fight to win
while the poets become authors
the dancers flash their skin
and look, the right one is your Daughter

the poets look within
the mathletes become solvers
a musician breaks a violin
and serenades the eye of a Revolver
david badgerow Oct 2011
I do not believe
in color schemes
not white
nor red & blue

Only what
my pen to paper bleeds
is what I consider true

I cannot recognize
what psychics see
but I know my past
is void of  eyes
and does not make the future me

I do not swear by
what the christians say
but I've seen angels fly
both night and day

I cannot affirm
what the muslims claim
in turn I see it all
as the same ball,
same chain
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