Michael Fischer Poems

Conversation-seekers:
Wear out your old break shoes.
Intervene mid-sentence;
Dismiss my field of view!
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Soiled sneakers tread a dirt path
on the freshly water-washed floor.
The motormouth is the culprit,
gator-chomping on a sandwich.
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Drive your knife in my back;
Drive it through my black heart.
Make it come out my chest
to hurt those in my arms!
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Did you stay in the lines?
Very good my child.
Here you go; a gold star.
Save every one you get!
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(I went to the Yankees/Red Sox game and there was a fan removed from the game. This is about that fan.)

Read me my bragging rights
Raise my arms to the sky
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Beat your chest
Till it's red
You're an American
Loud and proud
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I.

The glow of light bulbs
Shining in the summer night
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She lies there peacefully
In a moment of rest
As beads of royal and gold
Lie on her firm chest
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Start new game!

Play along my young child;
I'll be the scorekeeper.
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I was born without choice;
I couldn't speak...I had no voice.
The only thing I had
was a heart tainted black,
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