steve green Poems

We got rules

so many rules
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Caterpillar Caterpillar

snug as a bug
...

Strolled onto the scene
Semi disheveled

Feeling self conscious
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We classify them as bums
Because they have no jobs

We call them vagrants
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Living on the edge of oblivion,
The Marginal Man exists

Content in his obscurity,
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Here in that
grand chasm
between my ears
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These rainbows
we chase

yellow brick
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In my comatose
state of grave

soothed by the
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Emily wearily
rises
with the dawn
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We got hit again yesterday,
A scene of blood and gore

Sick political agenda
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