Firsts & Lasts

“Take a Fit”

Tellurians plodding half-heartedly to
Weekday carrels.  There is no merriment
For the voiceless mass.

Bosses excoriate through a variety of
Mendacious media.  Their intentional
Propaganda is as genuine as their workplace "family."

Our drudgery is ours.
Our anger is ours.
Our hours are theirs.


Four Line Blues Poems


Sunday's tears blame Friday's crazy.
Monday's prison tomorrow.
I feel despair knowing this whiskey
From town is where the Preacher been. 


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