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the illustrious faults of the fool

stop it now! stop that staring
you know it's not right or even
possible to see thru concrete...

who do you think you are,
some kinda superhero with
a cape that’ll make you invisible,

with eyes that pierce to the essence
all things within their focus? boo-shit.
not a chance. not even close, fool.

__________
Cecil B. Lee
[2008]

These things too, shall pass.
(Not without lingering headshaking
and obligatory warfare, because that's
what made this country great, government
issued weapons on a great plain of survival,
but that was back around '65 or so, maybe
'14 or so, I can't remember, and I ain't sayin
which century.)

Of course my response has almost nothing to do with your poem, so please forgive me.

mnaz wrote: ↑

April 22nd, 2020, 12:34 am

Of course my response has almost nothing to do with your poem, so please forgive me.

Ahh,,, but it inspired you!

Fool fool!
Your spirit has cooled.
Your basest motives rule
the infinite needs of greed.

boo-shit to you as well....

All is koo when the boo
echoes between those toes.
Merriment adjusted smartly
leaving the bust of Ramses
cracked and hollowed out
- those echoes kept silent.

Many thx mnaz.
Many thx steve.