Dodging The System
The Mainstream’s spices go up, and
Sweet butter’s on the mend.
But when tha’ heck will
The masses allow white flour to rise?
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The moon and Jupiter
Were low in the Eastern sky
The night I most recently voted.
I pointed and took a shot across buildings and
Central Park on that Manhattan evening.
The wonderful PICs of that night,
Later on discovery in my ‘Ultra20',
Turned-out clearly for all to behold!
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I live and love and
Flirt frequently.
But never have I dispised the
Chilling art of selfishness.
Instead I do give due dilligence to
That unconsciousness which
We should all call coincidence.
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Who among us
Will be the first to wade suspended
Into that narrow Perigee area
They call “The Crossing”?
Or is that Space reserved only for
Great-great-grandfather AN.U?
‘Who?’ You might ask. “Well”, I shall respond:
“You’d better ask somebody!”
