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Part 2

Posted to Action Poetry





Crucified in church clothes
Dust organs playing overtures
Risen in a scholars robe
Sweeping piles of dirt


Potential today
Is a crudential for failure
Tommorow's parade
Marches in their clean, pure
Sidewalk school daze

Compacts and contracts
Passed through a guild
Of wet, sloppy whores
and their buisness suit salesmen

The owner of the hotel
Took me aside
He was going to buy me
a brand new, shiny car
A good life and a house
wealth beyond dreams

But you didn't finish your
Homework