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The country’s leadership is in a shambles… elections carried forth for the right reasons are a joke. Where might the awakening reside?
Ghost Town Ghosts
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Looking for something?
Thus the tumble weed scurries to the side
Dust storms linger but little
Moonlight grabs a cloud
Time of the past
Protects its domain
It’s barber remains at the clipping stance
The sheriff stands gripping the Winchester
The most lively miscreant
Knows his wrath
Still
The inquisitorial century drives forth
Pirelli sport tires cruise through the dust
Lear Jets land on any and all they wish
Satellite flyovers continue seeking out the obvious
Forgetting
Ghost town Ghosts
Retain history
A wild west that is determined to repeat itself
Even as LA premiers lure the ignorant
Silicone Valley tries to hold some modicum of integrity
Political fund raisers in La Vegas
Give temporary importance to the other kind of money
Money that has only one desire
To make more…
Future ghost towns will be
Hopefully without the present to remind us…
Argument Alert: Are we but Whores?
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
8/19/2012 |
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We have no freedom. Few of us would last if the umbilical cord to big money corporations were cut. We get our mobility from the MiddleEast, manipulated by big oil and commodity brokers. We get our power from a corporate grid. We get our food from corporate farms and overfishing the seas. With our pistols, our generators, our tank of gas, and our emergency stock of food, we wouldn't last a month without these tits we suck on.
Who are we kidding? Only us. The old west is gone. We aren't a cowboy movie. We are codependent on big money and we don't know it.
Revealing write. I can see the tumbleweed already.
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
8/18/2012 |
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| Oh, I'm beginning to subscribe to the notion that we are most assuredly whores. without the benefit of being kissed, they just ram it up our ass. I'm glad I lived in an era where there was a facsimile of freedom, morals and firm handshakes that meant something |
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