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Ben Tol Sep 2019
The World’s damaged!

Humans are the virus,
forcing toxins through It’s veins,
Idly observing,
as we keep inflicting pain,
Eradicating co-inhabitants,
time and again,
We raise to ****,
and **** to raise.

Our thirst for more,
is ******* The World dry,
We’ve poisoned It’s blood,
acid It now cries,
We’ve pierced Its shell,
although some call “Lie!”,
We’ve ignored the symptoms,
The World’s about to flatline...
Ben Tol Jun 2019
Limitless possibilities,
Countless times,
Incredible polarities,
Audacious crimes,
Captivated audiences,
Questioning minds,
Truthfully faking,
Emotions benign,
Stars distorted,
Unnatural designs,
Hope for Oscar,
Critics chime.
Ben Tol May 2019
Golden skin,

Initial crunch,

Cloud like interior,

Dinner or lunch,

Undeniably tasty,

Ideal to munch.
Ben Tol May 2019
Today will be the day,
Everything comes this way.

Surging through these veins,
A proactive antidote to pain.

Arisen with fresh eyes,
Loosened yesterday’s ties.

The face of change is smiling,
Self value is no longer compromising.

Shaken off the lethargic slime,
Been rescheduled to prime time.

Lost the identity of a schlep,
Bounce rediscovered in the step.

Self-given a new meaning,
Opportunities are teeming.

No longer engulfed in sorrow,
Tomorrow is a new tomorrow.
Ben Tol May 2019
Wake up, stay up, sleep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, weep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, reap...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, sleep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, weep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, reap...

Oops! That last cut slipped too deep...

That last time that they weep...

That last time they decided to reap...

That last sleep that they can never repeat...
Ben Tol May 2019
Another cog sanctioned to help turn the capitalist cycle,
Forever trapped in the self perpetuating mechanism we call the society we live in.

Another body sentenced to break itself to help preserve the lifestyle of the more fortunate,
In the vein hope that one day they can too enjoy some of life’s freedoms.

Another vote not loud enough to speak of their personal indifferences,
But enough to add a crumb to that year’s politician’s half-baked ideas.

Another soul destined to live a life they hadn’t intended,
Living to work, rather than living to live.
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