Richard Jarboe Poems

Murder in the second degree
Is good for at least one casualty
And those on the left or those on the right
Are a mixed bag of black and white.
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Dust and dreams will always remain
Stuck to a beating heart
In a spectrum.
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He's free, free from this spell
Free, free from this spell
And now that it's all over
All we can do is wish him well.
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I don't know,
I'm just a guy,
I ain't rich,
But I get by,
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It's got casinos,
And a boardwalk on the beach,
It's got jackpots,
Many way out of reach,
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I return so you can look at me
To unravel my own twists that turn,
I return with faint poems from the road
A splendid tale of how fire burns.
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What ever happened to the good old days
When crime had a sense of dignity?
Well dressed Mobsters prancing at the speak easy
With a classy sense of honor in their iniquity.
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I'm losing my testosterone,
It's slipping out the door,
And if you ain't got no testosterone,
What are you good for?
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