Frederik Kenski Poems

Imprisoned in their small world
Inside the skull –
In their ivory tower
People are just the guests
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The never will come
To pick up the late autumn flowers
With frost and short days
When time freezes.
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Late for work, near the depth
Of slumber, on gas I stepped
In a hurry, but here it sweeps,
Just a moment of sleep:
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Look now
They consider you crazy
Everyone can swear you
Every child can throw a stone in your face
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What it matters to a beaver
That people call this river
To a bear – that people
Call this mountain
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Inspired by Lydon.

God save my bank
And its greedy regime,
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A man should not be selfish.
Every time possible
One should throw a crust of bread
To a hungry dog.
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I lost my job,
As follows
My house, my car,
My wife and my children,
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