Brandon 2
KitaLetter to a Poet
October 30th 2007 08:59
Dear Mr and or Mrs Poet
Your days are numbered and you know it
Words fail to slice inot a heart
When use for such a skill as art
And so it's easily deduced
That they work best when mass produced
And recirculated through your TV
Spoken loud to you and me
From greasy politicians lips
And written cross the buxom hips
Of a sex symbol used to make
us buy 'pure water from a lake'
Words from you mean nothing now
Time will simply not allow
Your voice to be heard over the roar
Of a violent propaganda war
With loaded words and connotations
Mass produced across the nations
Leaving you alone, with your tears and howls
Solitary and broken in your pool of Vowels
Your days are numbered and you know it
Words fail to slice inot a heart
When use for such a skill as art
And so it's easily deduced
That they work best when mass produced
And recirculated through your TV
Spoken loud to you and me
From greasy politicians lips
And written cross the buxom hips
Of a sex symbol used to make
us buy 'pure water from a lake'
Words from you mean nothing now
Time will simply not allow
Your voice to be heard over the roar
Of a violent propaganda war
With loaded words and connotations
Mass produced across the nations
Leaving you alone, with your tears and howls
Solitary and broken in your pool of Vowels
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Comment by Patricia Graff
Inside my Mind
Free Speech
Beautifully wriiten, too.
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
was that a fart,
or did I make some art?
Such foulness is redolent,
of a political potentate,
yet our pollies are but pale,
imitations of politcal cant,
the art that can,
yet sounds 'cannot',
will destroy your life,
with its lunatic right!
cheers
fog