Rag-Foot Joe Come By, Astounding Amerika's Dreams

 
 
 
Every word sound like shit today, this  
     mildly  
              molded everyday formed in  
precision to the many come before.  
 
Before the after  
                     thought when maybe, better  
choices were chosen to buck up that  
noisy parade come to oppose itself and  
it;s wide-open, drug-effected, drunk affect, looking  
to the future, thru another army of glass-eyed warriors  
  that came knowing  who to kill, by what measures, and when.  
 
All at ease for a break-in-the-action, pleas,  
drinkin'coffee, drinkin'tea, and drunk again on sody-pop,  
(Coke, Pepsi, Tab, Fresca......or Nehi, just 5-cents per glass bottle)  
         (single-use plastic is gone, all gone, as per new age rage).  
 
Here needing sustaining loads of of emptiness & wild digression.  
I've nothing left to leave behind. My girl is gone, dead. My child, so dead,  
                          '~  And that much more bleeding tears  coming ~  
 
( Why have i stayed here, paralyzed, waiting for a future that is  
                                     certainly not needed,  
                                      & indeed unwanted.  )  
All the toxins arranged alphabetically, better'n on ol' Jim Jones' farm.  
 
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