Michael Fischer Poems

Your idea's liked by us,
but son, you know too much.
If you won't be a slave,
we'll send you to your grave!
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I was a basket case
weaved out of broken threads.
I was marred by their hands,
placed on their clearance rack.
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Penny-pinching coupon-cutters
slaving for a cut-rate bargain.
Watchword pundits stand on pulpits;
The same old news gets reprinted.
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Slavery was never abolished!
Instead, it was repackaged,
with a new tight-fitting lid
that seals your fate within!
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The doomsayer in suit and tie
tells his viewers that they will die.
The youth are traded arrogance
in exchange for their ignorance!
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I'm chewing on gum
And stumbling on
Quicksand castles
In my broken sandals
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I'm both the star in the sky
And its reflection in your eyes
(Gravitating towards a new life
And leaving the darkness behind)
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My muscle memory fades
With the onslaught of time

That is...
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I.

O what did I do to deserve this fate,
this bloody awful fate? Blasted,
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