Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

No Thanks


Her knife shines like the dappled dawn
Recruits of the war of values
Your love is a contest
My love is the skeptical monk
They all talk of love
Selfishness embellished
Can art be love?
Ansel Adams says yes
Then I shall play Comfortably Numb
Swimming in the same fish bowl
Year after year
Enabling one another's narcissism
Calling it encouragement
Passive agressive parties
Cakes and cookies for the dark side
Sex as a reward for becoming a cog
Everything must be this way
Like the pods of the Matrix
Brain damage and the lunatic
The pigs ran violently down the hill
The beast of the city
Gangs roam
Remember what it's all about
All these kingdoms I will give you
if you bow down to me

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Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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