The writings of Oddpoet

Courage was cul­ti­vated
Sold and inno­vated
Into plas­ti­cized records…
Bold to be seen
In the sec­tored regions
Unseen by the legions of prof­its
And scam­mers seek­ing mal­lets
And ham­mers to self-destruct…



What the fuck do you see?
Fil­tered on the jum­botron
To relieve
To recon­struct
The mal­ady of shag car­pet
In the fields of Dar­fur
To bet the ears of corn
On the purse
Of the igno­rant and the for­lorn
Plas­ti­cize…
What’s worse and what’s more
Than cries
Of mal­ice and New York whores
Sad­dled with AK47s
And chal­iced with the cups
Of over­seas geno­cide
And heaven’s doors



To see…
To kill the sight that bleeds
And bumps the world wide
Span of knees…
Fucked
Plas­ti­cized
Geno­cide induced lies
That flies from the lips
Closed
To those open with
Ter­ror­ized cries



Dis­tance grap­ples for the wrung
Caught and flung
By the omnipo­tent source…



Get out of bed, whores…
There’s work to be done
Work that slum­bers
On notions never begun.



So many notions never begun…



©Jen2010 2–5

Tags: conformity, Genocide, Greed, social unrest

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