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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Aug 2017
2500 Feet
Is it "somewhat" convincing or strongly
Egregious
To have the planet spill
It's hades-deep caldron-lungs
Toxic fumes of green and sulfurs
Bubbling ooze gaseous fumes
Agree or degrees that disagree with bones
The flesh boiling
The mad mad Red that colors wrath
Cyclones down alley doom
Is that global
The warming of storms forewarning
As always looms
Like the undecided leaning
For domicile times
Rock the boat and get out and
Vote
Yay or nay / choose shameless
Be the fool
In the sins of ignorance
Bliss is as fleeting
As a kiss
This fool for love, knows nothing
But to keep the distance
2500 Ft.
Away from homes and all
Lively
masterpiece.
(We are products of our inhalations
And exhalations
Weeping
Oceans
Blue we
Breathe.Β Β 2500 Feet of Peace)
Beyond that who knows?
In LA Or all of California, they're placing an ordinance to vote for, keeping residents 2500 ft. Away from oil & Gas pumps, named derricks... now that it's late in the game, having a toxic spill... and wild fires... it's paradise and war zone...
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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