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Everyone you see is an extension of yourself.Your mom, your dad, your dog.There is nobody else.They all are a reflectionOf who you are inside.What do you want reflected?You get to decide.
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Gotta stop being uglyAnd only be suave.Can’t listen to others.I don’t like the mobWho sits and critiques whatThey cannot achieve.What I think’s what matters.The only reprieve.
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Rome never fell. You see, we’re still in Hell. The Pope? You see, he’s Satan. Corrupted and mistaken About what is important. Like taking care of orphans. Not by damn molesting. And no one is protesting!
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I’ve got no time for love poems for My verses seldom sate Any wont for cheerfulness Or anything but hate. It’s healthy not to pent your pain, Instead, to scribe it down. A necessary act for one, Who feels; or else I’d drown. I hate the man who loved you back When I was seventeen.…
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America, America! Where they sell the lie of Freedom! An empire in a state of collapse. You can see the errors of the ones We call the founders with reverence. Their stated mission was to build a country impervious to ruin. But founded one upon unmitigated greed electing only men like them to lead. Allowing…
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Of Being alone. Human connections No voice on the phone No one whom to cuddle No one whom to kiss How did life ever Quite end up like this? -Benjamin Stone
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Ask someone who loves you why I care. Set a simple marker at my chair. I will be along in just a while. To greet you in the evening with a smile. I will hallow heavens for my bride. Meet my living maker in the sky. Ask someone who loves me cause I can’t. The…
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We came over to Utopia But could not recognize it. A blissful land ‘o plenty Then thought we would supersize it. ‘Manifest Destiny,’ We called it with no shame. We called the natives savages And then, their lands, we claimed. We didn’t know we didn’t know And then assumed the right To push…
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This pandemic’s got me going mad.It really feels like it will never end.I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve hadTo be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mindJust trying to keep busy and keep safe.This isolation is a galling grind.And public recreation has to wait. The days all…
Musings of the Mad 