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Walking Stick Called Sight
Canned air can make you high.
Caged poems are supposed to express something.
Nations see the evolution of language.
Sight, which blinks
Speaks the words
Which should be hidden.
The hidden see freedom
As something oppressive.
What the free would oppress
To see a free world
They could call home.
Red white and blue
Under god
And other statements
Of Islamic fanaticism.
Communism, new Labour,
Tony Blair
British accents
Los Angeles gutters.
Chirping birds
Like they just lost their balls.
Fishermen
Who need a hobby.
Jelly eggs,
Taking time to understand abortion.
Prevention
Condoms say no to souls
Which may be.
A soul that may be
And that is what I am.
What could be a soul
Would be something the devil would relish.
I somehow feel
Charity corrodes the spine
Which could have said
Poverty for us is okay
If blindness is to be agreed
Something too human
For civilization.
