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The Apolitical Poet
He had a slumber party in mind
And we were all invited.
His chosen method of suicide
Self-administered crucifixion,
He was brave before professors
Cowardly after the main events,
Wars, strikes, famines, murders,
Rapes, tortures, betrayals, poison,
Passed through him, human roughage,
Passing through his wormy eaten soul.
He had a slumber party in mind
And we were all invited.
Dear reader can you refuse
Such a pleasant fire escape,
Such a feather bedded life boat
Of whimsical piss and vinegar,
Such a tip tap toeing around evil
Shushing us as if we were children?
He has a slumber party in mind
Are you feeling drowsy yet?
Or are you sitting
Uncomfortably?
If so then I’ll begin…………………
John G.Hall©

Meaning is demeaned
If you had any decorum anyway
This is so far from what I dreamed
But our ideals have been rarely met
Our longings fade out
And we forget

To stand for something is to be met with a blank face
The standards are so low in this place
To talk beyond is to speak of the unknown
‘Pretentious and ridiculous’, they scoff
As they drag you further below
Meaning is demeaned
If you had any decorum anyway
This is so far from what I dreamed
But our ideals have been rarely met
Our longings fade out
And we forget
When did this country become Hell?
Demonic grins
And thoughts which never, ever
Wished you well
No want for loyalty
No want for trust
‘You can only join if you become one of us’!
Walking the streets you wonder
If you are the only one
You might be the only one who survived
As these demons shoot down the likes of you
As, their only means to stay alive
Mayday Mayday!
Bring your flare gun
I fear I might be the only one
Emergency Emergency!
Please see the smoke behind the trees
Would you rescue me?