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Don’t talk to me

Don’t talk to me about the weather
when I can see and feel the sun,
the rain, the snow and the frost.
We have weathermen for that, anyway.
 
Don’t talk to me about your politics
when I have ears and hear the bullshit,
the lies, the promises; mostly broken.
We have newspapers for that, anyway.
 
Don’t talk to me about love
and how they say it is blind.  It isn’t.
We jump in with eyes wide open.
We have hearts for that, anyway.
 
Don’t talk to me about death
when it’s the guaranteed end of everyone.
I know I can only be at peace with myself.
We have priests and undertakers for that, anyway.

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Hand in hand

Hand in hand: like pen and paper.  Oil and gasoline.  Plant and Page.  Ying and Yang.
69. Yes, like 69.
Hand in hand: like Bukowski and a drink.  Hemingway and a fight.  King and the silver spine shiver that makes you turn and check the darkened window for a face you don’t want to see there; especially on the 14th floor.  Definitely not the 14th floor.
There’s more.
I could carry on.
Hand in hand: like governments and dishonesty.  Money and corruption.  Lies and more lies.  Lies breed lies. They lay us down and suck us up.  We believe.
To the noose, to the chair, to Medusa’s lair we go, hand in hand.

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