Tuesday, June 30, 2015

for PATTAYA TRADER 253 (E)

A-SWAN-LAKE-LOVE
Their love used to be wide
as the lake, pure-white as the swans;
but it was to dry up,
become a dirty duck pond.

A MISFIT
I am a puzzle?
That's for damn sure.
You can't fit me
in your jigsaw.

The big picture
you've yet to see.
Are you the misfit
instead of me?

BONE-IDLE-BEINGS
Will we have robots
to do our chores?
No more us going
out of doors?

Shall we be paid
to be idle-boned
by the State that says
"Do stay at home"?

UNCLE-SAM'S-CRACK
The police rounded up the fans,
piled them into the backs of vans
(many looking like Bobby Zimmerman).
Protest, protest, went all the way,
as with young Dylan in his day.
"Leave us, leave us, leave us be,
the folk-rocker we're here to see."
Batons struck like heavy-lead,
"Didn't I tell you they're crack-heads !"
joked the chief of the police
till he set eyes upon his niece.

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