David Whittingham Poems

The sun is shining,
The skies are clear,
Everything is close,
That I hold dear,
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I swim the majestic depths,
I eat what I need,
But I am Angry,
I hate the pray that is not my
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The forum in a metal case,
Alexander’s library with a brick face,
Slave human habitation,
Stuck near the station,
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You must finish,
Ten poems,
By the end of the day,
And only then,
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I love this life,
Sworn to serve the poor,
My body honed to perfection,
With the life style,
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Some would call me wrong, or call me evil, demon, black hearted or merciless.
Perhaps they are right.
I don’t mind objection
Everyone has an opinion.
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A diner for the rich,
Eating the worst part,
Of the finest animals,
For the most money,
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I sit watching evolution,
Turned into a game,
For everyone,
To bring there creature from a lava,
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Soul forsaken,
The heart is broken,
Time on time again,
We give up the key,
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A lost soul,
I spread my wings amongst the uncaring stars,
Drifting beneath the all enduring Cosmose,
Watching as the stars rise and fell,
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