Kevin Patrick Poems

Here's a prayer to the freaks, the geeks and the outcasts
You diamond pariahs, and unwashed gems
You who've earned a lifetime of scars
And learned to wear adolescence as your albatross
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This isn't your world

That isn't your sky to pollute
Under chimney stacks of Cancer clouds
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365 days in a year
24 hours in a day
60 minutes in an hour
60 second in a minute
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Marx was partially right
Religion is the opium of the people

but
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Cruising on midnight
I saw fire in the sky
Then a spaceship landed
Like a chromium pie
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You could feed the worlds poor,
or fight the cancer war
Slap the iron rule of tyrants
And give the back hand to fascists
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A bumblebee hopped
On a foxglove crop
Until pollen dropped
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You've growing antiseptic
to the housebound scene
Now you want a warranty
For a shelf life quarantine
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You find them on curbs
And crewcut turfs
Their Squat, placid bodies
Hallowed with punctual geometry,
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