Crash

Travelin’ and unravelin’

leaving miles of web behind

tangled up with sticky notes

caught flat on my tongue

I see you in my mind’s mirrors

through a complex lens

hearing you

with jaundiced eyes

missing you

until I overflow

and crash

Profits and Losses

They count the money and measure the angles,

lamenting what must be done.

The cost is high, to keep people alive,

and keep profits a tidy sum.

“What can we do, it’s the America way,

“that made us what we are today.

“Blame the old and dying,┬áthe sick, injured and ill,

“for not making enough money

“to pay their bill.”

 

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