Eyesore
by dan ankers
A herpe on the mouth of life
from day one
a sack of mashed potatoes with a hair in
it
No one’s carryin’ it
no one dares
no one cares, really
The burden, no one wants it around
Four walls drip with blood
and though structurally unsound
No one wants to hear
No
No one wants to hear
(hateful smear)
No
No one wants to hear-
inconvenient viewpoints disappear
Breaking through
without lube
an excruciating shag, to say the least
The bold shape of the world
is a varied lot to offer,
and the inconvenient truth
is that good deeds won’t line
a coffer
So people like you and me
Must say just what we mean
Because there are very wealthy people
Who will manipulate the scene
And if we don’t speak up
They’ll make a nightmares
of our
Dreams
They’ll press coins out of our screams
They’ll make dollars from our tears
Magic
Potions From Our Fears
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