The 12pt. Poem

12pt.,

Wine-diners, lavish lifestyles,

Lane-changers and rhyme slayers, coupe-drivers,

slime ball rhythm line-drivers, chauffeurs,

killing me like flash floods the driver, accidents,

late night 24-hour cafe diners, buy something,

smothered in pancake smoothie leather-wrap clad climbers, lease it,

flashing neon lights flicker with pine-scented feelings, breathe it,

detailing and removing of movements back, release it,

-ward sealing, toward my lips between the smoke stacks, absorb it,

slips and slaps of the beggar's remarks, ignore him,

khaki slacks, so crisp the grip of lasting sharp freezing time, escape lines,

reading the newspaper the letters start to find, its way to my brain,

my melting alphabet,

unadjustable line rhythm divers, please follow in suit,

the brain engorged with flyers, read me,

slime ball climbing walls, feed the beast inside,

advertisements expressing our fears, our failures mind you,

expression in its slimmest form, or complex to some,

the media polluting the fool, rotting the brain, the rodent running the show,

the norm I project, the distant future in a tiny spec,

the stale color I repeatedly exude, the cycle that follows slipping off its shoes,

slipping with the slippery vent of minds interjecting, dissecting and colliding,

smelling like burnt plastic and Styrofoam, CFC killers,

do not believe the bullshit the T.V.-, slave master fear,

burns and melts as trees develop sicknesses, shackles,

the babysitter of many households, disasters,

feeds you like a stack of T.V. dinners, fantastic,

until your eyes are jaded and burnt grey, and soft, and tender.

The protected gem in the slew of jewels, a simple façade,

we let T.V. infect our minds, not the other way around. 

Accosting all values, ransacking all belongings, we all submit to,

The gem glows and gleams never letting go of the light, or so it seems.

Obliging to nobody but the eyeballs of the viewers, the beholder.

My attention is straight on, my saliva glands running wild, 

I am captivated under your distinct scent,

Surrender now! for pillage is ensuing, fire arrows raining,

the audience is now numb with noise, crowded with grey gradients,

the static electricity running through the fray, burning roofs of hay,

toys creating violent hordes of fear intertwining smears, mind them too,

of splattered tears postering and panicking, mute your voices,

shooting flares and capturing, be convinced under my command,

reading books and acting again, laughing,

reading lines and practicing, standing up,

riot shields and axes and sleeves, brush it off,

slewing meat and sewing bumbling, steel cages old sages,

burning technology and its mad ramblings, enraged aggressive handlings,

shooting the law and crumbling, unplug the system there's an outage,

slicing the apple and entering, shadow-laced circuit board,

slewing the slime with a slingshot single handedly lining, the walls,

when the blood of the apple simmers, it shall signify signal failure,

adjusting to the new talent, new wave of freedom, new breath of artistic talent,

the people in this world that are going to stand up against any evil that opposes him with the shield of faith and the sword of expression through the lens of creativity,

guilt and greed overflowing wants and needs, the cycle kills,

reimbursing life with credits and debits, the cycles of money,

the hardest feeling in the world, to control power,

life without money and registers, control towers,

crime waves simmering into a slim horizon, watches over me,

peace on Earth, what a twisty labyrinth to enter, records me,

the garden, no… the center of life, do not ignore me.  

Live me to the fullest.  Love life.

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God. Save. The. United. States.

E.E.U.U.

e.q.u.a.l.-n.a.f.t.a.

Free Trade!

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-RMXIIFV, to ensue the weather pattern of change and to undermine the worlds obsession with wealth.