Teeth chew hearts and desecrate souls,
but stand idle on the streets,
munching the fucking sammich
you paid for with a credit card.
Conversate with friends:
“Lookit what they’re doing to her.”
“It’s awful. But what can we do?”
Goddamn it, you’ve got red on you.
Ketchup on your precious pressed shirt–
never mind the blood on sidewalks.
Big applause! Two thumbs way up!
Gosh! you’re a talented poet with such heart, soul, and passion for your work. 🙂
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I so appreciate your words. Thank you so very much. Writing is my oxygen.
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Great observation on the last line. Writing is oxygen. We breath to live and feel for the sake of mankind.
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Boom
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Thank you!
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Love the passion
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting. 🙂
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Pleasure
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