Unequal access
seven businessmen rattle out
their seven thoughts
death giving them
what they please
a piece of hot salt beef
some brown bread and brandy
and we make little
but desire better
live only an hour
carry fire into our graves
Angry poems
Angry poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Owner ship
an ark in a white room
like the heart in a king
dead for all
his anger bread
and management so ungrateful
as to put a wren out of work
under the want of money
is a place that disobliges
people not able to do
what they desire to it
who chase a place like a world
broken in pieces
Types of war
lone stone war
state fit war
own pain war
old ore war
Lord Chance war
heat hate war
news night war
Gamers
our news that will not stop
or stick
not our fight
but in our ring
our prayed-for ordnance
our mother of war
our sitting on the ground
playing at love and hate
our absence
of any questions
Panem et circenses
we are a people distracted and sucked in
to weep for the most ridiculous shows
as painted puppets tell us
the meaning of things
with no bare face
only lies
Evilification
hate in the abstract
contracts into a tired road
and we shut up
unthank the dust riding us
no news
is what what we have done
to the enemy
but that the enemy own
little purpose
Positive thinking
busy and broke
we do not believe we are in misery
or that we can be undone
this is the very bottom of every thought
the ground that we ruin
putting in a mine
Divisive
church of war
like a mad rose
divided we only gratify
this or that god
give us more of the same
half-lives
Gun culture
o sing some exploits
to do with the enemy
we all itch for a beat-down
where pistols and guns play house
and count to ten bouts
on a dark clock
News cast
a new tune
at the commissioners of news
who are nobody
known to us
to look upon us and see
broken lives
who took no notice before
and called us common
If it bleeds
the news makes madness to order
nobody was to be offended
we live now perpetually fighting battles
how strange that you should be dead
Divisiveness
the morning askew
we hate one another
for being possible
in the news
they shot a dead man
and I must beware of falling
that lasting art
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