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Georgia Jun 2012
We scoff at smokers ******* in stone
Yet we've held plastic cigarettes of our own
Nightcaps of cyanide to end Hell's day
A field one at that, while we wandered away
From higher thoughts and chanting gulls
Now poisoned air does fill our lungs
Singin' Glory Glory to emporiums that sell
All that we won when the lottery ***** fell.
Yenson Jul 2020
My inner values were not bought
from the market of the vagaries emporiums

nor were they collected free
from the pick and mix bargain bucket

they did not come from
the follow the crowd parade of just like mine

neither were they stolen from
the wiles of gaudy pretentious charlatans and fakes
who deceive to deprive while hawking bales of counterfeits

my inner values are made by me for me
with tools handed down from revered ancestors
who give life, sweat and blood to acquire the strength
wisdom and knowledge in learning the sources of edifying truth

In my hearts hides no guilt's or doubts
rather the forge of endeavors and inspired reaches
the graces of providence and the wit of the good pilgrims
birth in the inspiration to know you search to find with virtue

There are no misappropriations about my vicinity
I hide nowts or bodies buried anywhere or secrets to dread
in full legality I fare with no shame or rancor malice or disgrace
so my inner values beholds me unshakably and defies the hell of
the evil maladroits & the vengeance of reprobates & envious knaves

Your songs of doom comes from your dark
damaged hearts to your dark damaged hearts wherein it burns
Is it not said that you reap what you sow,

— The End —