the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

I hate the manipulation

I hate the manipulation.
The guitar riff.
The low cut spagetti strap shirt
The blinking banner of binary code above my homepage.
The rythm of sex on the dance floor
The name calling
The image of the starving 4 year old across the world. Send Money.
The smiling lobbyist in rush hour traffic after a good day at work
The droplets of sweat falling- bluring the inspired word of God
The composer conducting death from the read of the theatre
Who do you think you are?


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