the mocha girl
the mocha girlwith long legs
dressed in the red dress
that came below her knees
bent down and
scooped up
a cigarette butt
from the ground
(she was wearing a fedora
and she was barefoot)
at the same time,
a professional
asian businesses man
ran across the road
(he was wearing a bluetooth device
and he was on a long distance
business call -
he was also wearing a cowboy hat)
a boy on the playground
gets being bullied -
seeds of suicide,
planted
in the child's
uninitiated mind
easy targets
are the first
to get hit:
this is true
in darts,
robberies,
and on the playground
the pain of the mentally
and physically
oppressed
beats
the human potential
into unionized
threats of crimes
conformity
with no
visible
escape in site
union is found
through long halls
of darkened exploration
the mind was never intended to be a blank slate
formations of suicide rumination
growing in the mind
like a brain cancer
the mind was never intended to be a blank slate
10/2/17
4:54 am
20/22/17
12:15 am
2/2/18
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2018-02-02 at 06:17
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