Borders are not real things Nations aint naught but imaginings The guy on the other side of the globe Is as much my neighbor As the stranger in 4B There’s no such thing As a foreigner Or an immigrant For the common descendants of the grasslands. There is only one species of humanity. The only…
Author: JDAdler
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I promise if electedI will not doThe things I told youI would doThe one thing you can rely upon I will not keep my wordBut my liesare so much sweeter than the other guy’sWhose every word is a scurrilous liewhich is the worst kindMy lies are White Lieson the side of the divine hollow of…
Mass Mugging
Your money or your lifeYour meds or your rentWill you get your procedureOr will buy your child sneakersWhat trade will you makeTo surviveIn the greatest nation on earth. Sure we could afford to care for every single soulBut whyWhen we can bleed ‘em dryIt’s your money or your life. Up on the micThey standProudly declaring“Rather…
Pictures Out of Clouds
All alone in a dream
A field of grass
A broken down shack
I lie on my back
Making pictures out of clouds
On the canvas of the sky
Ad Man
Are you tired?
Weary to the bone?
Is life hard
For you and your loved ones?
Of course it is
Nature of the beast
But don’t worry ‘bout a thing
Cuz I got what you need
Depression
Nothing is there
It’s not open to interpretation
That vacuum in your heart
It is real
That last, best hope is
Gone
Eyes Wide
I sat
by my father’s side
As he died
surprise
In his eyes
Lids wide
As he realized
Daughter of the Sun (excerpt)
fleeting sounds
tease hope
water over rocks
possible escapes
scroll through the mind
She turns
towards
the liquid promise
running
hoping
desperate for escape
Aint a Handle
“Now I told you already how hairy he was, and he had that big scraggly beard, well this was just scratching the hell out of my nipples. So I squealed, just a little. He musta thought that was encouragement, cause next thing I know, he’s biting my tit. Can you believe that shit? He bit my mother fucking tit!
Fishing
Sheriff Brown and Dr. Allen sat on the banks of Claire Creek fishing. Well, not so much fishing as drinking, while their poles rested on a pair of rocks at their feet, lines dangling in the water. Sheriff Brown dropped his empty can of Guinness back into the cooler and pulled out a fresh one, his fifth, the Doctor was still working on his third. He opened the can, smiled at the whoosh of nitros being released as if it were the sound of lullaby, took a long pull, whipped his mouth and cleared his throat…