He Eat Dolce Vita (Revised)

He fly da vulture

He do stranger danger

He swamp da monster

He got winner envy

He lose by plenty

(Back in Twenty-Twenty
a geriatric beauty contest for
the filthy wealthy rich only)

From one son

Of a carpetbagger

To another son

Of a used car salesman

He cry loudly “Mummy!”

Now he ‘Don da Teflon’

Dat King of Redaction
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He Crypto A Go-Go 💰

He no go hungry

He no good bunny

El Malo Samaritano

Realmente . . . Sí ✔️

He look orange monkey

He da sunshine faker

He hound dog brother

He da Beastie’s bestie

He some mother trucker

Be dat Rosemary’s baby

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The Doors of Deception [Redux]

Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert wind
that flays the skin
now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
to the haunting trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?

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Art From The Heart (Redux)

Let them go
like the words of a poem
line after line
Let them blossom
or die on the vine
Generations generating
like fish in the ocean
There is a true magic
in all of creation
In the hectic chaotic
the synthetic
especially the genuine
Poetry in motion
extracting the ecstatic
in deepest appreciation
for the beauty sublime
of a glorious planet
This gem of creation

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