The
Establishment
(c)2013 Bob
Atkinson
I love it
when
the
establishment gets undone
all their
panties in a rolled up bunch
all their
words shown insincere
all their
ugly precepts not revered
Poe gave us
nonsense to blabber
look upon,
drool, stoop and lather
allowing
those of dubious talent
credentials
best used for wiping crevasses
don't think,
myself, when given choice
would know what's
right in serious discourse
just know
what's wrong with closed eye feelings
what's plain, clichéd, lacking real meaning
Poetry stands
straight and tall
as emotional
content of learned halls
not confused
with dreamed up plots
similes,
metaphors and thesaurus rot
flitting,
flying, fermenting pictures
fluttering
statements devoid of meaning
of Azure
skies, rock filled
basements
absolute nonsense, irregular pacing
absolute nonsense, irregular pacing
write it so
faces you see when reading
show
emotional twitches, tweaks, turn red
smiles, yells
and laughs not voluntary
applause not
simply seduced, or ordinary
only then the
power's unleashed
expanded
horizons, enhanced freedoms
only then our
life evolves superior
to pettiness
of thought we've adhered to
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