Mac Dawkins


Questions For The Blind Ostro-Gator - Poem by Mac Dawkins

Feel the need for control
fight against the unusual
make them feel uncomfortable
feeling worse as usual

control is all your after
filling your soul with greed
filtering it with liquid hate
as you take no heed

forcing men to do your bidding
separating and segregating
fuelling your desires and dogma
until you're no longer waiting

Causing your faith to be your control
filling the rest of us with hate
Forcing us to give up our dreams
and to give in to false fate

Pitiful and pathetic is all you amount
putting your mask on your face
as the lies you pour out to fuel the ego
continuing the loathing race

Will you ever find your hopeless goals
will you continue the cycle
will you fuel that horrid and hellish ego
keeping your moronic medals

... Let go of the pickle dave

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011



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