All Ginned Up
©2021-18-01, Olan Smith
Another phrase-of-phrases humans use to incite excitement,
Lasting drunkards, hopped up in your drug-induced stupor,
Loftiness of the easily lead-by-nose souls with no purpose or
Glimmer of hope, lost in hate, lost forever in disgust. This
Is your last chance for saving your cause, your cause, you think?
Never surrender to love thy neighbor crap you learned at church,
Never accept people who are nonwhite, brown skins;
End this nonsense, get a life, haters of goodness, you're
Deplorable souls, you're lost in the depth of Hades. You are the
Underbelly of the beast, squished by the slime, you're excrement,
Perennial blood suckers, leaches on freedom, return to your bunkers.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
