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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Calling out
frogilicus

it's not like I have a visible wound or a news worthy problem
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or someone did something to me and there was nothing I could do to stop them
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but there is a hurt that starts in my heart and flows to my brain
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and the logic of it all should assure me that i'm right and i'm sane,
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but I can't be,
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not when I can't get the fuck out of this chair and help someone who I know needs it,
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it's not like you can watch television or the news and not see it,
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I have been to Kenya and that fly's bite on that child does hurt but more importantly it spread's a killing disease,
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yet we stand by although we have the technology, money and time to fix a boy in south africa with two shot up knee's,
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but yet you and I only worry about me, me, me
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we only ask others if they need our hands when we have no use of our own,
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we only visit our neighbors when they are going to or already have lost their homes,
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we don't talk let alone wave to that stranger on the road,
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and if that asshole cuts me off I swear TO GOD I'LL LET THAT FUCKER KNOW,
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we are going to break
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When I tell people about my service to my country they shake my hand,
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but would it have been to god damn much to ask to get up and vote and try to save this land,
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it's a respect I appreciate because it was hell and exactly that,
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but seven guys from my platoon will never get to experience teaching there girls about boys or boys about baseball bats,
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god help us in their wake,
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we send our kids to school and force them onto the team so you can be so proud,
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but the only one that wins are the parents who scream so god damn loud,
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the worst thing about it is nobody can tell you how to raise your kid,
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and your willing to take things away from others just so you can say, "look what billy did"
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i thought it took a community to raise a child,
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we are more concerned with our right to bear arms than we are another's right to live,
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well screw em right, it's all about what you get not what you give,
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but let me ask you what is so great about what a gun can do, what about it is art?
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and let me ask you if it's right that it's a piece of your life but tore another's peace apart,
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are you kidding me?
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If your asking if I am calling you out I am both doing so and I am not,
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see I don't want to talk to you that's here now, I want to talk to the you inside that wants to give what you got
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I'm just one guy, in all of you, but i'm not giving you the choice to decide
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because if you haven't already then at some point in your singular life, you have already died
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what is right, what is wrong
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it's no longer solved by doing nothing
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