Contributor: Betal P.K. Pelario

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Intervention is energetic,
And so are you.

I pin you to the floor
You kick me in the face
Your mother grabs your hands
Your father grabs the mace

The jacket is white
Your eyes are wide
The men wrap your arms
Nowhere to hide.

The needle goes deep
Not your preferable high
But it gets you in the truck
It keeps you alive.

Roses and red,
Violets are blue
We'll visit you on Sundays
Until I find someone new.


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Contributor: By Betal P.K. Pelario

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The trending trendy
say the silence is coming
mobs of jobless masses
the joining rivers of refuse humans
one into another
eating each other
endlessly
while the machines make
everything we want
nothing we need

Oh, to be gold toilet royalty
riding the rivers of the indigent
when it all falls down
when it all comes crumbling down
leaving nothing but the sick of heart
the lords of glittering trash
with everything they want
and nothing they need.


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Contributor: Betal P.K. Pelario

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born in a silver trailer
born on the road
born forever following
the silver rails
born without nothing
never without nothing
just antiques
just old radios
old memories
all pieces of grammy
all going to dust
all up in ashes
all wind
dustdevils
white devils
flaming gasoline
devoured
like the trailer
like the land
we could never settle
or soothe.


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