Dead Democracy Poet Society
Hate those DD -
PS convolution
Poet block age
syndromes,
“Dodo-Diligence” Constipation;
a gist “Post-Scrumpton”
gas grasp
Fame
passing knot on Perfume
“butt” fraught Poetry
enflamed sorcery
Got to go
To Be screaming
I to eyes
ingesting habanero
poet hot deposits
That goes in one way
and must come out -
to meet paper
seated entrails
Ann-ual deposit
accrue DD’s -
deep depressions
seeping sordid wasteland
Pick-pocket tick-tock PS -
Postal Sublimation
transference recusal
wilts poetry
Listing grave minutes
amid quick sand seconds,
in stuck divagation wandering
Bee naught
withering live lines
be petrified stone’s
would off –
bee stiff dead poets.
Invincible be dye
invisible bard trickster
looking out side
self-imprisoned windows
Fairy tale
within a fairy tail
clipped insight
be dungeon make believe -
mire dearth
Versed lamb be
knock knot be-come
POET P-ewe follower
cowering c-loner a-lone
Wrench inside Word-Worth
dew write
The Circle
The Center
The Compass
The Spokes
World-Wide
Word-Wise
amidst thy
Poet’s Wander Lust;
Bearing
Democracy Poetry Buds
HeArtMosphere Poet
Dead Democracy Poet Society
Hate those DD - PS convolution, Poet block age syndromes,
“Dodo-Diligence” Constipation; a gist “Post-Scrumpton” gas grasp
Fame, passing knot on Perfume, “butt” fraught Poetry, enflamed sorcery
Got to go, To Be screaming, I to eyes ingesting habanero poet hot deposits
That goes in one way, and must come out - to meet paper seated entrails
Ann-ual deposit, accrue DD’s - deep depressions seeping sordid wasteland
Pick-pocket tick-tock PS - Postal Sublimation transference recusal wiltss poetry
Listing grave minutes, amid quick sand seconds, in stuck divagation wandering
Bee naught withering live lines, be petrified stone’s would off – bee stiff dead poets.
Invincible be dye invisible bard trickster, looking out side, self-imprisoned windows
Fairy tale, within a fairy tail, clipped insight be dungeon make believe - mire dearth
Versed lamb be knock knot be-come POET P-ewe follower, cowering c-loner a-lone
Wrench inside Word-Worth, dew write The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes
World-Wide Word-Wise amidst thy Poet’s Wander Lust; Bearing Democracy Poetry Buds
HeArtMosphere Poet
Why is it that the tyrants who would try to seal poets words are so concerned with "political correctness" when behind the scenes they are rewriting school history books to make sure their vile transgressions of the past are whitewashed and made to look like glorious, patriotic achievements. George Washington was a slave owner who could never tell a lie. Lies.
Ron