Jerry Behr Number 2
The Land Of Blaauae - Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2
In the land of nothing, in the middle of nowhere, and in the center of nothing.
To be here a place where there is a deafening roaring silence.
This is the land of Blaauae this place is in every suburb.
The land full of people, but the people are lonely in the crowd in this land of Blaauae.
Surrounded by affluence, in the land of nothing, in the middle of nowhere, central to nothing.
Is freedom really here in this land, and what sort of freedom is it if it is there?
Tomorrowness what an unbelievable experience, but is it here?
This land full of ethnic people, yet people are lonely in the crowd in this land of Blaauae.
What could occupy one self in the middle of nowhere, in the center of nothing?
Blaauae is also the devil’s playground where he would like to snare the unwary.
Unemployment is an evil the devil knows well and he says come to my playground.
The devil’s playground is full of play things, poker machines are ready in the land of Blaauae.
Consume the time and money in the land of the center of nothing.
The devil beckons come play the poker machine its only next to the shopping mall.
Time goes so fast in the devil’s playground where the mind is in la la land being consumed.
In the land of nothing, in the middle of nowhere, in the center of nothing, the land of Blaauae.
The government give people pensions in the middle of nowhere in the center of nothing.
Nothing to do and no future in the land of Blaauae, the government says amuse yourselves.
And so all there is for the mindless is the stupid playgrounds.
Freedom comes from not playing in the playground with its play things in the land of Blaauae.
The devil laughs in contempt at being free in the middle of nowhere, in the center of nothing.
After all my playgrounds are everywhere in the center of everything within the crowds.
The devil doesn’t want to hear moralistic Angels with their holy bla bla bla bla.
Nothing threatens the empire of playgrounds which are everywhere in the land of Blaauae.
Gold mines abound in every suburb in the middle of nowhere in the land central to nothing.
Gambling czars laugh all the way to the bank with their shovel loads of money.
These czars have no pity for la la brains nor listen to Angelistic bla bla bla.
There is so much fun in the gold mines and playgrounds in the land of Blaauae. ©
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