rifka rebeccah


Counterfactuality - Poem by rifka rebeccah

They sell over the counter
and guarantee their truth.
Although the emperor has new clothes,
he cannot find his youth.

When i was young,
nothing was extinct.
Now it's in the news.

Where did you hide
what you can't prove?
Has jesus died
or was he just removed?
And why....

is elvis
still
alive?

Questions mount their trusty steed
counting the change
of the emperor's needs.
No common cents
in the royal you.
Your social skills are royal blue.

But what about those who sing the blues;
who never bow to spit shine shoes;
nor raise the hand of consumer demands?

'Unskilled', replies the lurking eye
encrusted with jewels of memory loss
considering the level at minimum cost
demurely strung
with dental floss
upon their own
dead cross.
copyright@rifrebartworks2009


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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