Kevin Patrick Poems

Sweating from an infection of
Your recalcitrant affection
Pustule's cropping custard bile
Emanating from your wiles
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Bludgeoned and battered and corralled into silence
Uncle Sam's daughters are ensnared to compliance
Weighed down to terror from the right hand of tyranny
Living a reality worse than a horror movie
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We are born alone
And we die alone
And between the two
We live as ghosts
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Beauty
is an asset
that depreciates
with time
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Night is my country
And I am her citizen
Pledged to sweet starlight
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You have to learn to love
all the people you hate
Otherwise they'll just win
And you'll end up in the bin
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L-ost in a thought of wanderlust

A-nd wondering if Ive reached the crust
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Screaming is free you should try it some time
I've been a consultant since the long age of five

Schooled in Diogenes I'm not so artful to be a cynic
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Revolution is dead,
buried next door to God
I Got his son's autograph,
at the souvenir shop
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