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Keith W Fletcher Jun 2022
There was a  time
a few hundred years ago when there was a  story
that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare
and the theater in the round how they found a way
to make more money
than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts  
before the game existed
all for profit
all for the people
I'm sure they insisted
no it was not for the people it was a calculated game
of how to blame
others
for failing to receive
their rightful due  
and that's why
the shysters of the day
would sell rich people
one seat
one comfortable place
to watch the show
without any problem
and the poor people
in the cheap seats
they would sell
hundreds more
than were available
why .....?
...why of course its the game of musical chairs
so to speak t
They realized there would be fights  breaking out
with yells and screams
and horrid shouts
that would bring the cops
The  order takers
Order  keepers
to all those fighting
dragging those on the ground away
and then it would be
seats  for all
and more profit
for the ones who did
the deed
of selling the seats  
in planting the seeds
of discontent.
Today there are politician
who choose
to play this game
just the same
as then
as they seek
to overcrowd the poor
  not with cheap seats
but the places
in whicht we live
the inner cities
All iin the same Hope
that the show is for the rich
and the rich will enjoy
all thats there
Prosperity
enough ...hopefully
to pass out the tips
The Leftovers
the bestowed
no one's going to listen
to the poor
the disenchanted
he angry ones
who paid dearly for nothing who got everything
they deserved
according to the ones
who served
those who they believed were worthy people
were the ones ...
....who had power
the  ones who could help them
never realizeing
that they too
were sitting in the cheap seats
you  do ...you get what you pay for
and  you will  pay what you got.
Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
Fall
Poem by me
Face so cold
Best to stay inside for the moment
Beath Deeply
Realizeing the days are longer
The nights are shorter
Watch as it rains
Finally a reason for all this waiting with every full touch and red blood boiling
Reality seeking in
That fall is soon over
Brody Oct 2019
The dark nights at the bottom of the bottel

The room spinning and feeling like your in full throttle

Not realizeing the pain you have caused you take another pill and feel no flaws

Easy said! As it is to be done because if you let someone in there goes all your fun !

Because who need anyone right?

So lets carry a metaphorical gun to shoot anyone who wants to end your kind of fun !

But yet your broken and lost beyoned belife

 That no one can take the keys and save you from what you believe

Stuck in full throttle that you can not see
 So you go home and stare at the bottom of the bottle

To realize thats the last thing you will see !
But yet your still not free

— The End —