They can’t ever get to us
When we’re loose in the poetry system
They can’t spread their vicious lies
When we’ve transferred to the poetry system
As we hear their muffled cries
Staring at us through the force field
Too hard for them to penetrate
Too difficult to understand

They can’t stab us in the back
When we’re playing in the poetry system
No one will ever believe their lies
When we’re exploring the poetry system
For we’ve scarred them with that gentle paranoia
That keeps us all in line
How can their words ever hurt us again?
When our own number in the tens of thousands

They can’t enforce their self-righteousness
When we’re flying in the poetry system
They can’t ever have us again
When we’re living in the poetry system
For only the pure in heart
Can hear the songs we’re singing
As all around the darkness rages
The worst of the lunatic fringe
Cringe as they see us safe and sound
On the loose in the poetry system

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Revised © 2016

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05/14/2016

Author's Note: I never got around to writing a title piece for the collection, Adventures In The Poetry System, however the title/concept actually had its genesis with this poem written almost 20 years before. Needless to say, by the time Adventures was written, I had mellowed out quite a bit.

Posted on 05/14/2016
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