Words of wisdom
Hope to Masses
Is like Adolf
And his gasses.
For as long as
Men shall eat it
Then the menu
Is repeated.
Whether raw
Or overheated
The depends
Of the depleted
The repugnant
And abundant
Of a replica
Republic
The remorseful
And redundant
Is the hopeful
And the stagnant
Me I dwell
In curs'ed words
And expecting
For the worse.
Because hope is for the birds.
P.X
12.17.13
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Ah inspiration from me. What better complement Carlos? I am also a musician. And musically speaking, Seems we think a lot alike. I have 150 songs I wrote (music and words) for you to listen to. Just go to YOUTUBE and type in EDWINA REIZER and Voila up i come. Sincerely, Edwina Reizer