ClickA Poem by MpotavinTelevision soul burdened by surface imagery entitled to these associations as reality slides across the bottom of the screen.
Chew cow-like entranced there must be something I can do to stop this ah, a sitcom that's more like it.
I grasp but never hold it is my right, my blessed freedom to rant and rage wait I too can be saved
Redemption passes by like tumbleweeds in my mind I see pretty plastic people out of the corner of my eye this might just pacify for a while. © 2008 MpotavinReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 23, 2008 AuthorMpotavinPhoenix, AZAboutI have stood before cameras and stage. Smiled or just screamed in rage. I have feasted and gorged, fasted and purged my soul balanced between darkness and light. I have held a man as he died, whispere.. more..Writing
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