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Abraham Avalos Oct 2018
Staring up at the sky
As I think about life
Reflecting back at the times
We was just getting by
Bumping G-funk in the streets
Spitting flow to them beats
Then pulling up to the store
To buy a blunt for the ****
Buckled up getting lyfted
Crousing down blocks
Looking suspicious
To those eyes we pass by
Thinking we people
With bad intentions
But that’s as far as they see
Not knowing
About u & me
Not knowing **** about our struggles
That’s been hitting daily
& although patience for change
Seems difficult to obtain
Before we see the sun rays
As it shines up better days
This is just fog in the breez
Never here permently
Keep ya head up with faith
For change is on it’s way
Torpedo style full speed ahead
keeping me in suspense,
what salacious gossip
gets browned, buttered, rolled
down the alley and bred
into unsavory tidbits,

these souffled ears dread
to hear hard boiled morsels
poached, scrambled, whipped
donning barren falsehoods
zeitgeist spouting dunderhead
trumpeting hex pence heave

signature border wall
inside this weatherbeaten egghead
sponge bobbing squarepants,
whereby passers by some with fathead
steer clear avoiding your truly
wobbly, and zany fountainhead

even atlas shrugged his shoulders
in repugnance at mine R.E.M. bored
heavy slimy algal filled
legally tendered greenhead
thank dog - me noggin
rock solid hardhead

able to withstand falsehoods
pitting this uber capital one
tindered linkedin lyfted loggerhead
with silent springing
black barbs snubbed from lunkhead
argh, those cruel verbal slings

fired weapons courtesy
mass destruction multiwarhead
lobbed, rocket propelled, tear gassed
glancing off cratered moon faced pate
said vicious unfounded nailhead
sharp hearsay twittering

with wingspan outspread
pterodactyl by bajillion miles exceeded
size of Sheepshead
Bay, I knew best to tread
softly, and carry big stick
admonished by Teddy Roosevelt
in conjunction with unifying thread

primarily on issues
in mathematics and logic
advanced by Alfred North Whitehead,
hence we must find another

place to escape widespread
senior citizens acting juvenile,
maybe a place gravely wrested
or willingly conceded
from grateful dead.

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