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The T.V. broke today.
Like a friend parting ways.
Outside the front door.
A dead baby pink whore.
"THE SUN CLOSED MY EYES".
People with wants and frowns.
Voices of fools and silent clowns.
Everyone wants the pyramid capstone.
YET - room for few and very alone.
Images beat down lifes ways.
Mold me into perverted days.
"Work a days sweat - some food".
Tired beat - listen here fool.
Bars on every corner - a warm stool.
Wallet empty - a new fee payment.
Next month maybe the rent.
Doctor said, "cancer and no cure".
I'm only twenty and still pure.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3
