bruce meyerson Poems

Money is too tight to mention, so says red

It's hot and looks like rain, so the pod said
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The dark master holds my eyes open wide open
Try to block him with white mind
The dark master wins and holds my eyes wide open
The dark master to strong so I play in his world
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FEEDING TIME
It's hot the sun is going down like a huge orange
The grass is brown under my feet and I sweat
I look at the water; blue gray it looks cool
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So simple I think, my mind full of nothing
Love, hate, ending of the world, mind playing
I control my tiger, I the rider, mind staying
Hate, white, black, rape, killing, mind jumping
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