Francie Lynch Poems

As in all Partici-Poems,
You're invited to add your own.
Based on Fake News and False Hope,
There's nothing here to help you cope.
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While cruising Corona on the net,
I saw pangolins not eaten yet.
Many, you see, believe its scales,
Are cure-alls to cure whatever ails.
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On my way
To the Lambton Health Unit,
I saw a child in a window,
Holding up a sign.
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I've passed the homeless on the street,
Wondering if today they'll eat,
And I cry, " Why me? "
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I know of death,
Incensed with all of it.
The weighty strain of darkness,
Eyes closed, stopped ears, stuffed nose.
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She once said she needed
Some me time;
She was suffocating,
She couldn't breathe.
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They romp on Florida beaches,
Tee-up North and down South;
Pack jock-straps in their Peach State bags,
And roll strikes in ten pin alleys.
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I have lost my youth's Saints.
They no longer march
For knees bent in supplication.
I prayed to St. Jude
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Am I absurd
To think some words
Can change the outcome
Of a world
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