Charlax Is A Weed Poem by Charles Hice

Charlax Is A Weed

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charlax is a weed
People become fireman and cop they grow hair on the cuff the monkey rules the world you have to be gruff billy goat to do the job
Tumble weed is not uniform material
Perhaps we can do without the men that do not measure up
After all we have so many of them now
We make them just like cows
In tubes we test the men we cook them in the ovens now
The end of time has come and iff all the kings horses will keep all the kings men we will win without the men who only sleep in weeds
We do not want survivors we do not need repeaters and the lifers now are gone the boy ran into the snipers area and the men shot the sniper the boy ran into the fence and stood up to light the way for the men around him would survive he gave his life its gone a weed he came to love his LORD
How dare they say the weed is not the man not the MONKEY man and so now I must agree and stay the weed
No monkey me
Charlax is a weed

Saturday, July 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Jazib Kamalvi 22 July 2017

A great start with a nice poem, Hice. Thank you very much,

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