Allusions III

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Part three of an allusive ode to literature and its effect on our culture.

Submitted: April 24, 2016

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Submitted: April 24, 2016



Rob the Keeper...Become the Ruler.

Do these types of criterion fit your format?

You hacked up his animals and gave them back in pieces,

But it seems others were convinced to be gentler than you.

Still many minds today know of neither his nor your dystopian wastelands.

And there was no time for him to see a time for his critique.

And there has been no time when the dictators let the miners wash their blackened feet.

And, therefore, he never saw that the isms repeat.

And the problem with this leitmotif:

The inflections are simply just too brief.

Subliminal fibs do not trumpet relief.

So alone the neo-prole must leaf

Through the Manifesto, as his paper cuts leak.

He looks up to see the landfill is an amass of grazing sheep;

They're as wide awake as they are fast asleep --

Equal slaves gnawing on bitter wheat.

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