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Graff1980 Aug 2021
I got back fat
that barely *****,
and a front **** gut
with a belly button
**** hole
the jiggles
to and fro.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
There are too many distractions,
too many actions to prevent
seeing other men, woman,
and children as humans.

It’s too easy to go a whole day
avoiding seeing people in pain.
It’s too easy to let politicians
and powerful corporate interest
rewire your tired and poorly fed brain,
to let weak rhetoric whip up and inflame,
making normal people act insane.

All the while letting strangers
suffer and die without questioning why.
  
But so much has been bothering me,
like how is it so easy for you to behave cruelly?
I want you to not be numb,
to see humanity in everyone.
Do not let the digital distance
keep you from the severity
of this instance,
or get doped up with
the self-satisfaction
of shared positions
created by weak religions
or the illusion of a binary system
that relies on one source of corruption
feeding both parties of politicians.

I need you to be freed from greed,
to look and really see other human beings,
to read the stories written in the skin
of generations after generations
of nations and nations
of human kin.

To see each bullet punctured body
as a failure,
each bombed burnt body
as a failure
each person murdered by the authorities
as a failure,
each time we chose profits
over the wellbeing of the world
as a failure.

I want you to see the dying
of those many miles apart
who are trying to survive
and not look away.

I want you to know
that if we are truly
kind and moral people
who want to be treated fairly
then we can’t treat death as casually,
as social media and daytime trash tv.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
I am tired
and full of junk,
just a mess
of cluttered madness
stuck in my trunk
along with the skunk
that makes me stink,
makes me think
I will never be
the inspired version
of the poetic me
that came before,
the one who could
write four or more
poems a night,
and read a book or two
each week.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
In fear of death
toxic products
sell themselves.

The landscape becomes
a graveyard of
rusted metal
and worn-out tires
surrounded by
green growth,
gray gravel roads,
and massive
towers with long
cylindrical tubes
that obscure the
heavenly scenery.

Boundaries are cornered by
fields of unfulfilled
corny potential
and metal fences
that gives the pretense
of security.

Twisted tangles of tiny blue flowers
are pursued by the perfect pollinator
as black birds perch precariously
on long stalks of wheat swaying in
the wind till the bird takes off again,

while a sassy sweat bee
keeps stalking me
cuz, I am super sweet.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
Cut that country music in half
and laugh at that,
cause it has become so weak and sad,
sorry sentiments bend in a season
of uninformed political reasons
for patriotism,
a schism, and vision
for dumbing down.
Until, this clown
self-selects
for Darwin’s award
of a dumb death
that makes the rest
of humanity
smarter on average.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
I close the curtains,
let darkness consume
my small bedroom
till blue light blooms
from the small screen
that sits between me
and everything.

In my resistance
I live a safe distance
from a regular
human existence.

Digits tapping out
syllabic strokes of
love and doubt,
whilst constantly
struggling
and pursuing
truths others
weren’t using
or even viewing
to expand myself.

A universe within,
the garden I tend
as I parcel out
tiny packages
of unused wisdom.

Light becomes
darkness
and night
turns to day.

A day to live
and die again
awaking refresh
as a new version
of myself
gets up and repeats
similar patterns.
Graff1980 Aug 2021
I’m a hypocritic
hypnotist,
trying to
mesmerize you
with words
that fit
my poetic
scheme
whilst
directing
your actions,
but never
acting on
the words
I pass on.

A tricky teacher
or corrupt preacher
who doesn’t
learn my own
lessons,
ignores
my own
confessions,
whilst professing
deep unused
wisdom.

With a lot to learn,
I give men
instruments
for their
grand progression
but seldom use
those tools.
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