Kevin Patrick II Poems

This poem, is not a poem
But an SOS for you; the lonely and the lost
On the island of misfit toys
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The crime of the poor
Is that they cannot afford
The wealth to be cruel
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The stars surrender to the dawn
Winking out to the new born day
Then Robin's raise a sterling chorus
greeting the rays in morns parade
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Her daddy made a living in the pill game
Her mommy held down the family stash
They had a little kingdom in the St James
Where nobody could see her crash
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A seed of hate
Is born in every man
And it germinates
When there's no water
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The field lies waiting
For the fresh slaughter
When tired teams huddle
Like desperate plotters
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It found me, nestled in the grass
by the clearing next to the church
This small foundling of kindling
A sturdy limb from a red maple
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Never grow up
And never cave in
to that captivity called adulthood
That mangles your inner spark
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Lately, I have been keeping
My copy of the Torah
next to my copy
of Mein Kampf
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You were the scorpion I loved
And though I knew I'd feel your sting
There was no one who had the touch
To make my coal heart burn and sing
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