The fallow flags lull in a languid sway at half-staff
flaccid reminders for those who quickly forget
limp in the wind as faint as that day
commemoration of anniversaries' memorization's
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I'm as clever as a bag of wet cats when it comes to jokes
dumb as a stump
thick as a brick, dense as a sack of hammers
accurate as a spastic
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this morning I awoke to find little lettered squares imprinted across the side of my face,
then didst I realize, that cyber space had finally done its number on me
slither slather blither blather slobbering cyber chopper
knee-jerk hackneyed pavlovian dog speak of impetuous heartlessness
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together we sit and scan through pages
searching for knowledge of savants and sages
apart by wires and spaces deemed cyber
together in some places besotted by desires
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I asked you not to phone
I asked you to forget
grievous to hear a voice so beset
by lamenting longing for me
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So you think you are a master of techniques of persuasion?
You shallow pips-squeak, mediocrity is your mastery
the obsequious hoi polloi that surround you are the pitiable averageness of conciliation
Sophistry and subterfuge are your game of compromised facts
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The page asked and wanted to know
where are my screeds, my verses of to and fro?
The page is not insistent, it doesn't make demands
The blankness merely beckons you a clever use of hands
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She'll sleep tight in a parallel universe tonight
my deeply serious rainbow girl astral projects
communes with Shiva and champions chakras
she has the recipe for what passes as illumined
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Religious zeal and explosive prowess make incendiary bedfellows
searing calculating moralism where all fall short and deserve to suffer
self righteous corrupted calumny put forth in a sally of sectarian selectivity
your ilk is heading for Hell and I'm (already there) not
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Often the news gives me the blues
I really ought to choose
to simply refuse
I mean really, what will I lose
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