Self-rewarding Pat On the Backs
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
And sit relaxed...
Like,
Fat cats!
Shoveled away,
Is the scent of manure.
People who endured it,
Reached and sought for better days.
Some folks who stayed,
Pray on wounded knees.
Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.
Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.
With,
Excited.
Invited.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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