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Self-loathing is Inevitable

Well it appears I'm in arrears
the economy's to blame,
the government is in cahoots
as they re-invent the game.

It's said, no man's an island
that it takes a village to raise a child,
then there's the next generation
sewing oats that are way more wild!

There's the finance institutions,
the banks, and wall street....too;
using smoke and mirrors, they do thier thing
to line the pockets of the few;

you see, history repeats itself
but, any which way we turn;
we can see whose really pulling the strings
however, never...do we learn!

We're encouraged to just be ourselves
yet measured by how we act,
the eclectically wealthy eccentrics
don't actually believe in that fact.

Every rule and regulation,
plus the promises we've made,
along with blind faith, and hope
begin wilting, and finally fade.

We're turning into "sheeple"
our actions equal "legacy",
but, our expectations will always
end up dissappointing you, and me;

we entered this world screaming
so, the future we must've seen;
because, our collective intuitions
displayed reality....way, too lean!

I guess we've finally come "full circle"
intact integrety's a must;
cling "fast", to what takes your breath away
just before you return to dust!

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I still have this one tiny thread of hope. I grip it like a rabbits foot
Who knows what might happen, we may be the witnesses of the last corruption of the last innocense. Then the market for poor human living body parts will begin to emerge for the longevity of the wealthy.

Ron

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

...appreciate your keen insight. Thanx.
doc.

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A reality check on what's going on, forgot that you live in the States, you see no matter how rich you are and how greedy you have been if even the dustbin men go hungry you will also..
This has happened a few times on this world Power comes and goes civilisation disappear into the sand of the desert or the waters of the seas or they just up and leave.
We are to many people because the few hold all the sway and they will spend themselves into poverty at the expense of all .
Great write here young Doc plan you ways to your surroundings and needs you will live longer lol, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

...sussinctly put, and I concur.

Neopoet is "newtriffic" !
...from the heart, or a reasonable faxcimile;
david a. goodwin #{:>{)} @==

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