A tiny speck
of fingernail dirt
was bitten from the hands
of authority
and spat into
a landfill of ignorance
where diaper brains
and canned truth
sail down polluted streams
of bogus dreams
in plastic boats
made from paper promises
but the hands
of my authority,
a fledgling voyage
of golden wing
flew beyond
the polluted streams
of bogus dreams
on a breezy vessel
called Virtue
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I especially liked the ending of the poem. It flowed well and was a pleasure to read. I look foward to reading more of your work.
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hey Blue 30,welcome and thank you for commenting,
i`ll return the compliment soon
bye
rhet
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Excellent poem I definately enjoyed reading it. Perfect ending.
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hey swagger,thanks for the comment,im happy you liked it
see you soon
rhet
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