By Billy Manas POETIC JUSTICE

I Long To Touch You Like A Song

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BY BILLY MANAS

Splish splash puddle crunch Lexington and 3rd
The cabs they glide electrically
Vulgar and absurd
And like Buddha when he left his home in search of noble truth
You move in ceaseless circles upset to find the proof
The proof that’s in the pudding, the lie’s within the crust
You starve yourself, get picked to bones and bones they turn to dust
Carried by the wind off into distant shores
And once reborn, again adorn
The planetary pause
“Adieu” says the mother to the child by the bay
“Adieu” cries the blacksmith, as he looks the other way.
And the buntings and the sparrows both flit from tree to tree
Like the loose cannon blatherskite who begs for sympathy
We’re all in this together, for a penny and a third
We’re children who generously defend ideas they’ve overheard
Both drunken and avuncular festive and somewhat deadly
The racist, sexist, misogynistic narrow-minded medley

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