The Poet-Surveillance

Surveillance

So they tap the telephones.

So they tap the internet.

If you are an honest man,

how bad can it get.

But people dial wrong numbers,

and perps spam in your name.

How do you know the NSA

won’t give you all the blame?

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The Poet-Supreme Court?

Supreme Court?

The finest judges in the land

may have set bad precedent.

They ruled to vote, it is their stand,

one merely vows they’re resident.

Could then a perp who swears no guilt

have all offensive charges wilt? 

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The Poet-Father's Day

Father’s Day

They no longer ride a steed.

Yet, are they not the selfsame breed?

Their dragons, jousts and far crusades

are the battles fought to fill each need.

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The Poet--Death

Death

Behind Death’s door one needs not spend

eternity without end.

Memoirs, memories, poetry
can aid one's essence live, my friend.

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The Poet-Smoke Alcohol?

Smoke Alcohol?

Strange, is it not, some seek relief

from reality.

They drug themselves with anything

that morphs what they’d not see.

Their flagrant act cannot redact

that which God has prescribed...

and they soon pay the consequence

for toxins they imbibed. 

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The Poet-The Markets

The Markets

Bulls and Bears affect your affairs

but they care for themselves alone.

When the last bell rings as the markets close,

they smile at all the seeds they’ve sewn.

They try to push the pendulum,

that Mammon gilds with gold,

toward yang or yin, which will begin

to threaten all the stocks you hold.

But, Bull or Bear please take a chair...

let markets run by laissez-faire.

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Thet Poet-Techology

Technology

Whoa! Stop! Take a break!

Let some time pass for heaven's sake!

Just bought the latest cellphone fad,

it's now an obsolete doodad...

there's just so much a nerd can take.

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