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


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


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


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


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


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


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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