Prose Don’t Care (It’s Their Production Line, As The Whistle Blows A Forlorn Tone, And The Rich And Poor Separate Once More)
"Let's weigh 'poetry product',
And see if that shit sells!..."
...It's about the shiny whistles,
And freshly polished bells...
...Force people to read
Crap Ads that shouldn't
Ever be there...
...It's a thoughtless thought,
And it's well misplaced...
...Perhaps a vote should
Have been shared...
..."O, don't worry,"
They'll say
As they
Sneeze up our sleeves...
"Your susceptible minds
Won't be
Ripped off by thieves,
As we've done so much
So far
To leave you at ease..."
What you've done, Prose
Is place
One more wedge
In the gap!...
Draw a line in the sand,
And then
Never looked back...
...One more slap in
The face
To the ones who
Are poor...
...Thought they found
Them a place
Where their faith
Was restored...
...You should be ashamed
Prose
For making words cheap!...
...I doubt this will
Move you...
All the dust on my
Street
Is blowing on through,
And I still feel betrayed...
"Let's weigh 'poetry product',
We'll see if that shit pays!..."
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2018
Bunny Villaire