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He will sing the song I have given him
Softly to another
On my behalf.
Gentle as a lullaby,
Lip quivering, but never a tremor
In those haunting, heartsick notes.
He will sing as if to stop would cause his heart to break,
His wrath to wake.
He will sing for me
Eternally.
I feel
So very unlike me

passive
quiet
small

I will forgive you everything, anything
Forever

I am here
Forgiving you for unmaking me
For making me
For
Everything
For
Anything.

Forever.
And now it’s upon us,
Here come the horsemen.
Hope they brought a spare steed,
I’ll hitch a ride, *******,
Gratefully
Into oblivion.
 Jan 2014 Derek Yohn
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While Zafar takes his crop to town
Businessmen snort ******
Teens buy bundels to fill their veins
With housewives Oxycontin reins

The Generals demand their Percs
Technocrats love Dilaudid's quirks
While drones fly over Zafar's field
Counting flowers for next year's yield

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Every Subject is deeply fascinating;
some are lucky enough to have found Subjects with which they resonate.
Though, if you've not yet found a Subject that fascinates you,
worry not that there is none to be found;
simply persevere and continue seeking
that you may one day find such a Subject;
that you may perhaps make manifest
your truest of Passions
and that perhaps you, yourself,
may leave a lasting and beautiful mark
on this world.
Players 1 and 2 are after the same role
Pretending friendship with a higher power
In a laughable effort to get what they want.
3 just drinks coffee.
Endlessly.
All day long.
No-one knows what work she actually does
Or is indeed employed to do.
5 will soon be retired
Right now he's just tired
of all the silly games
So he sneaks a nap at his desk when things are quiet
And reads his newspaper under the desk.
There's one guy, number 6, he brings wine
To work and hides it in the toilets
Has a plan to confess soon
The company are obliged to pay for rehab
But at the moment, it's cheaper to turn a blind eye.
4 is the office joke
Gets in at seven
No lunch, last to leave,
A real workhorse
But he's next up for redundancy
Makes everyone else look bad.
And me?
You know my story
I write poetry
Endlessly.
All day long.
And I drink coffee.
I Stay out of the way
I don't like office play.
Broken down



(We all seen
We all heard)

••

-------   Haven't we?   -------

••

The child's in the gutter over there

At least have the decency
To throw him in the garbage can

••

Broken down

••

I don't know
Can it be?

••

YES IT IS

••

It's really hard to love a girl
Knowing you might have to
**** her and eat her for dinner

••

"NOT ME!""
-----------------   (Yeah, sure)

••

(--------   Just the kids.  --------)

••

Broken world

••
••

ANCIENT WISDOM BATTLES WITH THE CULTIVATED IGNORANCE

WE PROUDLY BARE

••

"What the ****"
She says
"I just got born!"

••

She

Innocent child

The missing piece to the puzzle here
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