They gaze upon
His conceit
His mischief
The strangle hold
Of his ridicule
On their bridled necks.
He erects blinds
That his neighbors
Might not find
Fodder for scandal
But whether gelatin
Or steel the scars
Within his heart still set.
The rise and fall
Of his draftsack
Does not belie
The poverty within.
An illeist grumble
Erupts at the intersection
The Apocalypse dawns
Brick by brick
The ghetto unveils
Its atrocities
The fizzle of hunger
Of the underfed
And eager intellect
Education is necessary
But who will guarantee
The right?
His face the color
Of zinc, crude and hypoxic
Whirs like an android.
A sour kiss seals
The lungs once
The quintessential element
Has been extracted.
All it takes is a coin
To reverse a man’s fate
A slip and the grave
Will well up around him
Like a vulture’s vociferous flight.
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My cold has been followed by fevers and headaches, why the fevers are coming after the other symptoms are passing I have no idea.
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