Pitiful Me

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Collecting sincerities
like get well cards
after a multitude
of cosmetic surgeries
With the deepest
heartfelt sympathies
a matter of my
private insecurities
Poor poor pitiful me
My lover likes
to make love
late in the evening
till well past three
With abandoned glee
I prefer
to make love with her
in the morning
after a strong cup of tea
It would seem in between
I need to be resting
… seriously
This is why I must try
to keep on breathing
Lord have mercy
on poor poor pitiful me
~ anon

PhotoArt:
david redpath © 2018

War on Drugs

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‘Mr. Waron D’Rugs’

For those missing in reaction

I’ve hunted & collected
black market snakes
in the furthest jungles
of Yucatan
And I’ve seen
the mighty temples
built with corpses staked
upon the misty mountains
of Columbian cocaine
About as much
as a poor boy can
I’ve heard the sounds
of blood on the ground
from the gun American
That ‘War on Drugs’
was never meant to be won
Always profitable for some
Isn’t it high time
to make a stand?

~ david redpath © 2018

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