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The Writer is Biased

by moon-humor

Glass is cheaper than the stone skin tattooed on their foreheads. The palace, a splendid fantasy, half built when the idea will be abandoned. Freedom is a powerful nuisance! Their only sin is looking at the world through rose-colored glasses, make people feel at ease despite distress and disease. The right wing redneck reactionary republicans continue religious slaughtering. *This nightmare scenario should be nixed,* said with a sneer, I hope they’re wearing warm socks. Still, I couldn’t crack the code. Changed envy to admiration to cultivate mystery rare as it is rewarding. The weird thing is the high-end whiskey collecting dust on the on the shelves. Nothing short of astonishing, like the space farers gazing back at the home planet. Distant. They fascinate people. Animate the inanimate environment. Isolation above. Looking back I am ashamed of the mess we are leaving our children and grandchildren. How to allocate these limited resources? The key is to engage. No easy fixes.
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Apr 6, 2014
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A poem made out of lines found in various newspapers.

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