GIMME 5 BUCKS by Phil WallingGIMME 5 BUCKS
Friends
Curse them.... [Says it all]
Disgrace to the Human race
To call Man
A social animal,
No more til dark...
You can see the condition baby
If you can...
Hey !
Gimme 5 bucks til Wednesday -
No more to say.
Disgrace,
And some kind of collective awareness -
Knowledge is envisioned anyway.
Are you dead ?
Contact yourself baby.
You could escape -
(Death and martyrs heed),
If we try, we lose
We cant
Were like insects...
The poet imagines alive
Recluses a bit by all,
Dead misgivings
Inactiveness and values -
Seek faith, hope and clarity
And above all
Stray kindness.
Traditional values integrate
Some wars bring sad news -
Its like a sportscaster doing an encore,
A stray plane down with a smash,
Tide wash the tears
And dead men fears.
Lost in thought -
The poet mad, pauses in thought.
Great Meglo Master !
Out Damn Spot !
To the trees are you -
Go out and patronize,
The trees.
I know,
Friends -
Curse them -
Say no more,
Until dark.
You can see the condition baby
If you can -
Cmon,
Give me 5 bucks
til Wednesday.
01/27/2005 Author's Note: Peace
Posted on 01/27/2005 Copyright © 2025 Phil Walling
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