No time

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I have always found time
to point fingers
and procrastinate
rather than
administrating
and attending
to my own failures…
look at them
with the audacity
of me
comitting acts
of travesty
and inhumanity
of the likes
that you have never
seen
the obscene and idolatry
is blaring
glaring
and starting
in our face…
is this our soul?
This ugliness we
behold on a daily basis,
we have to do
better…
instead of hypocrisy
and contradiction
what of the segue
to sipping
from the cup,
that milk of
human kindness?
So is the prospect
of alluding to this –
merely madness?
The sadness of
my heart as
I cry out…

be human, be kind,
but, that just
sounds stupid
so loop this…

Sometimes truth triggers
because it reminds them of
their treachery
in the matters
of you…
give them the blues
of the exponential sort
when you shine
in the no man’s land
of their hate –
how dare you
beget grace
in a place
intended
for your demise?
It ain’t hard surmise
that you got them
hands on you.

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A live reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures.

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