It’s a Tough job blowing Bubbles. I’m done
With smalling the sweat and want my Freedom.
Everyday is for Freedom, an Idea
Bubble you can see grow grow Weeeeeee!
Like a Merry-Go-Round of Liberty!
Pride against Papers! Papers which to make
a Cuss Word built of Four Letters. When the Old
Boy with Axes in his Mad Gaze retorts:
“I’ll show you what to do with Four More
useful letters. Suck on my Sagging fronds
of Power.” Three Long hairs where hangs Glamour
of pushers, of mobbers, and lynchers. These
are Heroes? Only as long as Hate succumbs
ultimately to Love Fecund no Justice no Peace!
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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