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Sickness Tripping

Sickness Tripping

Mired in this pandemic
of virally toxic grudges
the unrelenting relics
of this damn existence
torment our sorry asses
like an oozing pus infection

All the ancient prejudices
now broadcasting across multiple platforms
on receptive global negative frequencies

Biases we can't seem to lose

Such is the dark course we choose

Riding the snarling horse of the Apocalypse

A beast destined to one day wreck us

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Tony Taylor

This is friggin' screaming to be heard!!...... and indeed it has every right too.... for what it screams is the truth of the moment...... and in recognizing that same truth in the volatile nature of our past it recognizes "..the dark course we choose.."..... and I don't know about you all...... but it scares the shit outta me!!...... an amazingly eye-opening write brother poet!!......VERY well considered and Powerfully delivered......I especially liked the formatting with the final four lines being double-spaced for their profound impact being opened wide!!........ALL STARS & PINNED!!...... great work!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!............T xo.Β  : )

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Pratibha Savani

Wow wow wow! Love your vocabulary. Such powerful words expressed so well during these times. Just perfect Steve!

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