Daniel J Robertson Poems

My towns got sycophants,
Elephants locked in cages
That move through room
Upon room through gloomy
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I'm sorry sir but boredom took hold
He kicked my shin beneath the table,
And with that I suppose
You deem me unfit and academically unable
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Preserving the good times,
Rows of jars upon shelf of mind
Maturing, stirring for down time.
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When walls start closing
Doors withdrawing, beomcing
Smaller, going on forever.
Calling names and the shame
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Cutting my teeth on the black mail,
The hunger, the chainmail
I came wrapped in.
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The violent mess of hierachy
Plays on through the cracks of a western breeze,
Like the tolling of a funeral bell
As the world's cruelty breeds malice, brutes and
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