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Perfection

Intimate numbing of the minds a creative

Return to the clock strikes early too much

Peanut butter toast will fill your belly on

Old bread, but whole grain, mind you, if

The body strikes the notch skill might

Let’s go fishing from the pier at the back

Of our most scary imagination in the spot

Where we throw it all in the blender we

Hope something good will come of it but

Nothing ever does we keep on, not quite

Realizing the insanity of it all, the tiny bit

Morphs into the demon on your shoulder,

It clings, it sings, it whispers things that

Might disturb you, with a healthy set of

Wings, in a life of purity, of paradise, of

No stress or money. So, what do you do,

In this new found string of past times and

Experiential happenings, a couple stings,

For the family winged way to perfection

Thinking In A Box

Absurd recollections of injustice

The high reject the low,

Declaring themselves more worthy

To sit on the left and right

Of God’s mighty throne.

Ignorance can somehow pierce

The best of educations.

Lawyers, doctors, police officers,

Who is the real threat

To freedom? Is it a majority

Of closed minded people in

Strategic positions of power,

Or maybe young people

Who mostly vote with passion,

But sometimes short on

Experience? Making people think

Is the hardest thing to teach.