Staple gun

Okay, poems. I need to find a corner to tuck these in, until then comment if you life. These are meant to be read aloud and very quickly.

A poet can sit and scrawl
a poem that means it all,
at any time at all.
Title reads "To Teach Man to Crawl"
and it enthralls the idle reader to
forego his idle needs or shuffle thru IDs
for the one that guarantees
access to anywhere but here.
'Coz the staff pretends they cannot hear.
And I laugh @ friends or fasten loose ends.
But it's still a life of fear.

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"It cannae absolve your pain"
The constant questioning,
the way one's fortunes lay ...
even the truth is lies
beamed thru bedroom eys
Vita Brivas
means the first and fleetest
beats the . . . ah hell.

Bathe in XPs indigo glow,
backstage pass to bullshit show.
Bubbling blood from cocaine nose,
Attention Deficit Disorder comes and goes.