Writing poetry, graffiti, cartoons.
Fantasies of writing manga looms.
Development of graphic novels
in one take, rough draft desires.
New circus act, working jack
evolution to productivity max.
Workaholics never grow exhausted.
Nonsense is being employed, empty coffers.
Aloftness desires, rebuttal jaded.
A manuscript walking through city slums.
Assessed by buzzards who would love to
charge for the appraisal, plugs.
Chaos and Charleston, ostracizing.
The citadel revived and colored.
Policy driven, economically deficient.
Monarchy or Monastery, extortion mechanism.
Lamentations layered in luxury
Comfortable cants, craving a certainty
that has always been obtained
Redirecting myself, mindful of casting blame.
good poem, I enjoyed it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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A poem, a chronicler of human life...a string of many realistic phrases and lines...New circus act, working jack evolution to productivity max. Workaholics never grow exhausted.