MICROPOETRY PART 2

Here are some more of my small pockets of poetic thought.

The stupid ridicule                                                                                                                               The smart always question                                                                                                              The stupid make the same mistakes                                                                                              The smart learn their lessons

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I hate endings in art                                                                                                                               Tied in nice little bows                                                                                                                          I’d rather they were ambiguous                                                                                                      And allowed to flow

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May your ideas & hopes be endless                                                                                                And your words erudite & loquacious                                                                                             But your actions must be just                                                                                                            Or former two will always be worthless

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The heart                                                                                                                                            Follows its own rules                                                                                                                             And as such                                                                                                                                         Leaves the mind confused

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Austerity’s not working                                                                                                                    And poor are really hurting                                                                                                          From odious scheme                                                                                                                     That’s brought poor on their knees                                                                                                     And is really financial cleansing

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Politicians want even more                                                                                                                  At the expense of the poor                                                                                                                They’re a kleptocracy gang                                                                                                               Who steal money & land                                                                                                                  And their actions should be deplored

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Age is just a number                                                                                                                              A characteristic used to divide                                                                                                      What matters isn’t what number you are                                                                                      But how you live your life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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