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Paula Samson

She was a woman of rank and honor

She often spoke of politics and movies

She had a husband, active duty

He was stationed in a shit country

And getting paid quite well for it

One day a native killed this tourist

And Paula cried a millenia

“Where’d she go? She was right here. I’m telling ya!”

*They looked out the window*

On the street lay the body of Paula

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Poetry

So Profound

Hazy daisies shine ubiquitous
Wind blows cold wind blows ticklish
Winds without impetus
So no grey leaves flutter
And a twister twists no longer

A preponderance of people at my gate without a cause
A piranha was the fish that was talked about in Jaws
Photography replacing photographic memories
Concertgoers saw the same concert as those not attending it

Yo, it’s a word so slick and so beautiful, Yo
Age is an ever shrinking cage carried on the shoulders of a beautiful hoe
Radio jams play in the Club of Sam as cruddy hands reach for the mustard jam
All movies now display Apocalypse themes

The Apocalypse theme is pertinent
As the world tires of itself
Humans grow tired of themselves, and that is true maturity
Like a silent emergency you ain’t never heard of me

So well-fueled is drool at the altar of class
The professor filled a glass and skinned a last drip off a Carmex lip
Heard ‘round the corner a half-hearted quip, then a sneeze, and no one blessed it
Atheists opened shop with no suggestions, on sale was logic that lead to question

A single sunflower is dumb power
Smoking cigs outside Trump Tower
In Chicago, that’s where I’m from yo, listen
If you’re driving on LSD, no way you can miss it

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Metropolis Blues

Metropolis blues
The Metra moves lives
The sigh of a construction
Worker. The stale smile of a crossing
Guard. In the cold standing mostly
Idle. Tidal, the app. Headphones
Rubbing the window. Relaxed as the bus
Rolls at a Pace one can sleep to

Metropolis blues
An orangutan the zoo
Escaped. On Michigan Ave
On the loose is He
Be aware. Media social
Posting this ape going
Postal. Workers stop at my door
Yesterday I received an even more
Unsightly bill than the day before
Today it’s like, “wait there’s more”

Metropolis blues
Briefcases clap
Against calfs
And swing like a hammer
If hammers could swing
I would nail
The broad in the red
Metropolis blues

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