the flawless will not inherit

the flawless will not inherit
the morons will not be counted
when sundown goes nuclear
silly atomic heart mother
is just another way
to immortalise matter

Casper put an end to Judy
with a sack of black beans
no sudden imbued rush
could ever substitute
the what’s going on lusting
for one more well-done rib
lost in translation

the saturated glared
the meek
collected the refundable

it’s just another night
undressed and out of place
where the dire ones
burn punch cards
and demand another go
at the table of more




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-10-20 at 21:28

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