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No.
The meek will not inherit the earth
or habitat in heaven, or experience
the nightlife in Havana…
as they can’t see the savanna from
their sub-topical pleas that mistakes
a keynote for keys to the Kingdom,
a rule of lock by the random

damn ’em

as by the book is how they get snookered,
with such, a 19th century turn of the page,
in a script to rage, riot and, seek revenge
against the equally disenfranchised

dumb disciples

some bad doggerel done with baseball on the radio as background.. and french pretension warming up in the bullpen

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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