Virginia M. Mitchell Poems

When the deep shadows fall
When rage builds as they tailgate
Then cut in front of you emotionall
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
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The foundation of our heritage?
A diatribe against man made global warming.
Subtext-reach the communal mind.
Message-bugs and rats are horrible
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The country's a slaughterhouse
greed for oil
survivors blinded, parts of brains cut out
arms and legs torn off
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The golfer orders control
The old braineaters
off on a spree
words, music echo through
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Quiet-then 'The Thing' strikes again
the mind is a mixing bowl
Sort out sights, words and whispers
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