No man can survive on peanut butter, bread,
cereal and milk.
“No man is an island.”
No man alone can make a family.
Every man is a worker,
in some crummy sense.
The Commandant of Baby Boomer says,
“Every man for himself”.
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You bring me bones,
I cannot walk.
You have the hours,
I don’t deserve time.
It is nothing anymore,
there in that cheap
apartment building,
my father has a moustache,
he smeared SpaghettiOs
on the walls.
We live in a giant daycare nursery
built for the entire world.
My flesh is not as good
as the muscles that hold your
back.
On Monday
I’m boarding a space cruiser
for the land of opportunity.
You have the hours,
I don’t deserve time.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
No man can survive on peanut butter, bread,
cereal and milk.
“No man is an island.”
No man alone can make a family.
Every man is a worker,
in some crummy sense.
The Commandant of Baby Boomer says,
“Every man for himself”.
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