Aubrey E Drummond Poems

I am too tired to write
So, I will write

Nothing
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Why do you keep working there
For such a low rate of pay
Don't you know you could go
Anywhere and get paid better too?
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My grandmother was all dressed up nice
In her Sunday going to church clothes
'The man is coming, the man is coming'
she said and made me take a bath,
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In my ears
I can hear the sound
Of my heartbeat
Constant, Sad, and lonely
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The switch
Long brown rubbery stick
That burn in me many a lesson
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I talk
Face to face
With the man
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Grey days
Leads
Greyer nights
And
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Word processer
Wordless and
Black
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Did I say those words to you?
Words I found so hard to say
Although it glowed within my heart
My devoted worship of you
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I live In a world of lies
where free speech
has lost its right to exist
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