Michael Fischer Poems

Your oppression is the cancer
that burns inside my intestines.
But I have no control over that;
Combat fatigue has made me weak!
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You're good at playing darts
when I'm your foam target.
But you aren't throwing darts;
You're throwing boomerangs!
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You put up your smoke screen
to hide your second face;
And as we breathe in fumes,
you subject us to lies!
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Love brings end to internal death;
Death brings end to eternal love!
Today brings end to yesterday;
Tomorrow brings end to today!
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Do we move to life's beat
or does it move to ours?
I don't know the answer;
But it's so apparent.
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Put me on your short leash
and feed me when its time.
But if you forget to,
I can live off your scraps.
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You can sugarcoat your food...
but you can’t...
sugarcoat your health!
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Spinning in your circles;
You can't make a decision.
Skating in figure eights;
You lack supervision!
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I.

The repression of our anger
is a product of the devil.
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