Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

This is Wrong. I am Always Wrong.


The Dictators of the world,
Ride in limousines.
Through tinted windows
Feel the burning of red-dots
On their foreheads.
Before their sight
Goes crooked
Into a cross-eyed glare,
A bullet reminds them
Of freedom.

That’s how democracy
Is practiced?
With a little
Patience
And
Make-up?

Billboards
Disguised in propaganda.
Neon
Blinking
Into a pure midnight darkness.

Treasures
Of freedom.

Voted
On
By a pencil.
Scribbling out the white space
Of a
“Fill in the Blank.”

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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