Poems / writing

Be more.

I’ve had a foolish sense of our cruel offense,

and the rules we’ve minced have brought ghouls against

the old school of cool and the jewels of gents.

No more,

will our fuel be spent on the tour of attempts.

Use the mules we rent and the tools we’re lent

to renew our groove and to do what’s meant.

Be more.

Revolution unready (marlonhall.wordpress.com)

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