Crude
As I age it all becomes so impossibly crude.So amateur and unbeguiling is this clumsy
Manipulation I am being imbued with...
It seems as if everyone is sleeping away.
Call me jaded and mistaken or old mooded..
How have we become so unresponsive ?
Dumbed down by reality driven oligarchs
Are we unable to awaken to the corrupt
Hands around our throats?
Not one part of life outside of ourselves
Today is real...merely crude...
With missiles no-one despises enough.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-10-31 at 02:43
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