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John B Jan 2016
In an age where history

Has become a mirror

Our shame will lead us

To an enlightened future
Ha ha ha ha
John B Jan 2016
No matter the climate

Uneaten

Ripe fruits rot off the vine
John B Jan 2016
Silly little Sally

Sings like fresh sriracha

With a zest for life

Her sour life is savored

Defensive acid

Spice

Adds flavor
"I don't like sour drinks."
Naota Nandaba
John B Jan 2016
Nothing to do

Nothing to chose

Nothing for me

Nothing but you
John B Jan 2016
I don't want to be awake

The sky alone too much to take

I do not want to see the clouds

Their fluffy white too heavy now

I do not want to be alive

Maybe soon I'll take a dive
As if I'd ever be broken enough to fall in this joke of an arena
John B Jan 2016
Criminal justice

This riot will see the light

Good men in shackles

The evil ones hear their plight

Fire from good men

Like moth to the flame

Burns the evil out

Leaving a man in its place

Put a man in a cage and he's bound to go rabid

Hungry for freedom

The good men will plan it
Almost wish I was there to help, oh well I tried.  Guess some folks upstairs still know their *** from a hole in the wall.
John B Jan 2016
Let us sing of your sorrow over our glasses

Until all your past has been cleaned of the dust

Taken out for a walk and sat down in good trust

Even the darkest maledictions can be assets
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