2014 #253

Suspect sly
propaganda machinations have
a shadowy primate hand in the bowl
and played with mixing and shaped popular

ideas of what is required to be happy
or to at least be none too bruised in blue
and many a gray day
must in resignation shrug

with fellow gray days huddled at their
one societal respite, their cozy
pub where cigarette smoke is welcome
like what can they do about how

perceptions got bent so they get
the scowls and few will form gray day fan clubs,
yet one whose beard
evokes wizardry suggests

after a whiskey sip,
not many gray days would wish to see
the great eraser come and rub
their smoky pub into extinction

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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