Thursday, December 25, 2014

Someday The Stones Will Roll No More

disease transmitted from satellites
oozes into the wanting ears
of a generation succumbing
to the nanoness of the moment

all knowledge fades into oblivion
as the candy becomes the fruit
and the sense and sensibility of
rebellion are swept aside for
idols of a clean defiance
and the words “hail, hail rock and roll”
are just words written on blank stone

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