Fear sucks at
my spine, like
a leech,
slimy and black.
The crowds
laugh and imitate
each other.
No creativity,
only brutality.
Little lemmings.
They get raises and
promotions,
accolades in bunches.
Killers of the
dodo and the redwood.
They smile over
tea and the
bones of dead men.
Perfect in
their machine like
minds; immune to death,
like the quest for power.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2024 19:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.
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Comments4
lol you just described some of my colleagues 🌹 super rich in imagery .
Thank you, Teddy.
I got a pet dodo in me back yard. No one knows! lol.
Lol. They are lots of fun. I work with a few.
Another belter, Thomas. So much to relate to and some great lines. Really enjoyed this one.
Thank you so much, Tom
Fear sucks regardless and although I have no known phobias, (not keen on women with knives tho’ long story) Artificial intelligence scares the pants off me .. and the only other thing that comes close, are husbands .. Neville p.s this made me make an involuntary noise, but I blamed it on one of the dogs
Lol. You made me laugh. Thank you.
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