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May 2014
Where can I buy to live free ?
Where can I trade off this fallacy ?
Deprived; it's sickening
Where can I find a decent meal ?

There dandelions grow
So very sweet, the tangy texture
To make dandelion wine
I can wake up in drunken slump
Recognizing the fallacies

Its viscose pour of never ending
Paradox pours into my pond of thoughts
Half-pint quavering drunkards
Groan as quavering buzzards
With half the mind as mine

Where can I trade off these endless hours ?
When can I regain temperature ?
In this cold-sharp shower, my conscience
Feel the spores scour within the makeup

Where can I flee ?
From the heart of this country
Why I am I so hungry ?
It's deprivation, I tell you

Quivering motherless tenders
Mend their makeup with dandelions
Bearing of petulant *******
I, abashed of how I render
Under the pitiful aspersion
JP Mantler
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JP Mantler  Canada
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