PeonA Poem by BenCommandeered by a less than cheery spirit Seen something, caught a glimpse of something less than
clear Happenstance, my radar screen blips and some storage and
organization of data We’ll cross this river here, set up stations here, a system A consistency Marveling at our ingenuity, us Satisfied, couldn’t do it better, tiny bee Settle down into the nature of this sector Pay to have a roof over your head that doesn’t move How many unused parking spaces How much property that no one really has any superior claim
over Unless they fess up and claim to be superior crooks © 2015 Ben |
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Added on January 12, 2015 Last Updated on January 12, 2015 |

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