“Men in Orange Jumpsuits”

  She wanted the attention and the wealth. Bold disrespect she shows Memorial Day for Christians dressed in orange to their death; be-headings all the rage is Griffin’s way. I weep for Man whose lost all sense of shame I shudder for her stupid, bloody hands I feel the filth just mentioning her name A…

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The Manchester Massacre

We’ll freeze; obliterate his hatred with a keg of sharper, longer nails? Save the rose, instead,  before she falls. Freeze that place where he inbreeds. Encapsulate his cousins, conjugal. This fruit fly seeks the closest mate to seed. Degenerate, cares not where useless fate is spread. But history has told before there’s no Valhalla for…

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“A One-Sided Conversation”

So, love me now before that day will come when both will mourn my last day in the sun; before that twilight leaves us little voice; before that silence muffles every choice. So, greet me now with kindness ‘fore my fall accept our hours together precious few with no resentment for each time I call…

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