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Spittle in the blood
Blood in the phlegm
Phlegm in Spinal cord
Spinal cord in the system.
Tabetic, the masses
languish in pain
internally displaced.
Am one of your poor
What bring you to my door?
Franchise?
I have none.
Nights no longer sleep
Bright days daily weep
And what of our grief?
Acute and brute
We drown it in
lacrimal laughter.
Goverment digs our streets
To carve new roads
supposed potholes
She cut the coco trees
and two light poles
darkness perpetual
in cold december...
Why come up with roads now?
It is election tomorrow.