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By B.K. Date: 2020 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2020.08.16.14.23.10843]] |
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When you let it This life takes control It becomes stuck On a merry go round Of treasonous ex patriots Trading truth for lies Wrecking political havoc Toxicology reports Of perplexity A postal service Unconstitutionally sealed With voters revealing Those millions of zipped Secrets to conceal You and You and You all Vote Blue This one is important Listen And Darlins About those big hug starved dreams Organic sweet as honey But the bees are in quarantine The Queen complacent Picking at her Tierra candy comb Ready to make off to Italy or Greece Eat some olives drink lots of wine Suck up some Mediterranian sun Check out that ancient culture While she burns her skin to gold Dies with art soaked eyes Even in loathsome times of These covid wretched dreams She is going to escape some way To let her psychic soul dance bold sunday the sixteenth of August twenty twenty bk |