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"rankers" poems
*step this side.. no, you.. that side! in a line, in a line.. quiet now – get ready for fire.. no miss! please line up the children in neat rows, get them ready…………………..* 1. eyes are misted over – something happened in the gap hooking-up strangely with estranged sons lost in custodial-wrangles alienated values; family-core defunct like a super-shiny apple with putrescent-flesh long-beard wants a son after so many daughters, sits unwashed in the smoke gender-penalty –  sorry, sister.. you chose the wrong straw you remain in that cage till we say come out 2. bread-basket filled with stealth-grenades rights and benefits squirm in slick-oil of rules peasant skirting the limits of the city; even rats fare better cloak of goat-skin, the shield hides serpents beneath the hunter will aim for the head, land in the centre..                            yet an inch or two too high sentry, close the gates and bar the window-frames! 3. inadvertent greed and control; aggressive power news-man dies for feed that’s untrue, anyway picture-man twists an image to suit the viewer all kinds of lines disappear so quick – ****** jokes, theatre, life, even poems and if you’ve never had the sad combo of sick and homeless,                                                                            famished and cold,                                                                            tired with sores oh, war will be courteous enough to bring you all these, on a platter and more.. *there is no border when we all roam in hunger and in fear like the orphans in crowded-camps high-rankers sit far away.. ominously "well-off"                                                chew on hard-cheese                                                gulp down red wine but the throat still feels parched, and that bayonet is too short its fear will kick in.. on a day least anticipated would you be shocked if it is a child who will drive that wedge-stick home?* st – 14 march 2014
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
The Border
*step this side.. no, you.. that side! in a line, in a line.. quiet now – get ready for fire.. no miss! please line up the children in neat rows, get them ready…………………..* 1. eyes are misted over – something happened in the gap hooking-up strangely with estranged sons lost in custodial-wrangles alienated values; family-core defunct like a super-shiny apple with putrescent-flesh long-beard wants a son after so many daughters, sits unwashed in the smoke gender-penalty –  sorry, sister.. you chose the wrong straw you remain in that cage till we say come out 2. bread-basket filled with stealth-grenades rights and benefits squirm in slick-oil of rules peasant skirting the limits of the city; even rats fare better cloak of goat-skin, the shield hides serpents beneath the hunter will aim for the head, land in the centre..                            yet an inch or two too high sentry, close the gates and bar the window-frames! 3. inadvertent greed and control; aggressive power news-man dies for feed that’s untrue, anyway picture-man twists an image to suit the viewer all kinds of lines disappear so quick – ****** jokes, theatre, life, even poems and if you’ve never had the sad combo of sick and homeless,                                                                            famished and cold,                                                                            tired with sores oh, war will be courteous enough to bring you all these, on a platter and more.. *there is no border when we all roam in hunger and in fear like the orphans in crowded-camps high-rankers sit far away.. ominously "well-off"                                                chew on hard-cheese                                                gulp down red wine but the throat still feels parched, and that bayonet is too short its fear will kick in.. on a day least anticipated would you be shocked if it is a child who will drive that wedge-stick home?* st – 14 march 2014
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I got real "gems" within with my heart so polluted obsolete genes making 'em so deluded fighting among self while ringing thy bell turning my inside into live hell. High rankers behaving like bankers cranking up on money weak got taxes ramped up feedback mechanism didn't got me backed up my hand's burning it's more interested in drugs cranked up. world within, so bizarre worshipping 9 days on 10th exploiting the avatar immune system's malfunctioning exterminating none entertaining all stand up for something, "Nah dude, they'll make me crawl". condition's critical need some dode ain't working to flourish, all they do is corrode making my core scrambled as a puzzle suppressing every positive struggle my existence's that of a mine mining glitter degrading divine.
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
The Missing ARE
To the rankers shall I call: “Pride goeth before a fall - ! Do not think yourself too smart, And end up pulling a cart!”
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
“Pride Goeth Before...”