Sunday, February 22, 2015

Grand Theft Poetry

I think it was three days ago
I first became aware-
This box contains documents of no value.
Only when the last tree
Has been cut down
And the last river
Has dried to a trickle
Will man finally realize
That we cannot eat money
And reciting old proverbs
Makes you sound like a twat.
I hope you understand
Love is profoundly tender.
Let the flames inside you
Lick your lips.
And the irony does not escape me.

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