heather chernen Poems

Still it is possible to have a coscience
Amidst the conscienceless;
Then you're on yhour own
good-luck-buddy!
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Stalking him;
Always now,
In the daylight or down city streets, no matter.
Sleek-a panther,
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An infidel tossed a shoe at an ill-begotten president
And a hyprocrite won votes from Americans who never voted before;
They were black, and so was he,
But there the resemblance ended, for hate is hate and bias is bias
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He had not meant to drift
But he could not avert the dreaded nature of his
Anarchic days;
The craven, inebriated nights
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