TONY AND GEORGE
Monsters trapped in human bodies jostle
war with world peace and un-tether your song
of hollow moral concepts swaddled
in a bright cloth of defunct language gone
daft in the spirit of this modern age.
Neo classic pillars of abstraction
with your artless blather of throwaway
lines, sow fear with the proliferation
of words like right punishment, vengence and
retribution. Bruiser gods raining word
shells upon our consciousness, blow minds bland
and sanitise banality to purge
your hearts of accountability when
debates cease and the naked dead return
your dividend of talk in crisp cold flesh
packaged in body bags and draped in the flags
you have hijacked. Come, hoodwink citizens,
lead them to believe your cause is just and
unrelated to commerce or cash black
gold below the surface of desert lands.
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About Me
- Coirí Filíochta
- We number love hard core cushla in conscious order, pull strings & flux at humanity's fete; name divinity Kathleen the terrible pleaser who'll advance and retreat as you tease out life's music. Spirit moments from love let her alphabet rattle it's answer an ear cocked to what art here will hear - island queen of memory.
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