Out of Control

accident

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He banged her up bad
She’s almost six feet under
He climbs out the ditch

Sobered up quickly
He misses her suddenly
She made him feel good

Remorse sets in him
He yells up to the heavens,
“I loved my Corvette.”

NYC

New York City

Tasty big apple
Chomp, romp, stomp all day and night
A buffet of life

Times Square, the High Line,
Central Park, Harlem, Soho,
Destinations all

Each place is unique
Many adventures to plan
See which clicks with you.

Uncontrollable

hiding

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Guerilla tactics
With the same dynamics,
Out of control,
They’re on a killing roll,
One after the other,
This is truly war.

They’re desperadoes
Showing they won’t be cowed,
Displaying their bravados
By ramming through a crowd
Of innocents,
Forcing their dissonance.

Time to shed the politics
Register both citizens and aliens
To identify ISIS and other lunatics.
Weed out the barbarians
To stop this downward spiral.
This is now a matter of survival.

[In reference to the Bastille Day truck massacre in southern France today.]

Toy Cemetery

Frayed,
Tattered,
Faded,
Gutted,
Once glorious and shiny,
Bouncy and fun,
Now all pounced on and flattened.
Some pieces missing,
No longer enjoyed,
At the bottom of the pile
In a tomb known as a toy chest,
Where they linger
Until the next spring cleaning.

toy tomb

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Faithless

burnt lives

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Suicide bombing
A manipulated act
Brainwashed by cowards.

Nothing more but waste
A blight to humanity
They’re the true zombies.

Soulless, purposeless
Vessels for Satan’s bidding
Nothing more, nothing.