Prose Don’t Care (It’s Their Production Line, As The Whistle Blows A Forlorn Tone, And The Rich And Poor Separate Once More)

"Let's weigh 'poetry product',

And see if that shit sells!..."

...It's about the shiny whistles,

And freshly polished bells...

...Force people to read

Crap Ads that shouldn't

Ever be there...

...It's a thoughtless thought,

And it's well misplaced...

...Perhaps a vote should

Have been shared...

..."O, don't worry,"

They'll say

As they

Sneeze up our sleeves...

"Your susceptible minds

Won't be

Ripped off by thieves,

As we've done so much

So far

To leave you at ease..."

What you've done, Prose

Is place

One more wedge

In the gap!...

Draw a line in the sand,

And then

Never looked back...

...One more slap in

The face

To the ones who

Are poor...

...Thought they found

Them a place

Where their faith

Was restored...

...You should be ashamed

Prose

For making words cheap!...

...I doubt this will

Move you...

All the dust on my

Street

Is blowing on through,

And I still feel betrayed...

"Let's weigh 'poetry product',

We'll see if that shit pays!..."

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2018

Bunny Villaire