Poetry: No future
By Rita Heidtman Jan 2010
With my fate fallen in your hands
Hand gained brute strength
Over Control
Over exposure
On the opposite end
Of the camera lens
Oh you Pre-Madonna
You big time celebrity
Let me kiss your feet
Because you've been on T.V.
While you ego trip
Over my words and concerns
And pretend it doesn't hurt
Send me sentences
With empty box promises
That show the bitter truth of life
Send me to hell in a hand basket
While you get back patted
One good electronic credit
Send me straight hate
Laced with no future doom
Creating what may just be
Negative / postitive
My allegory deviled god speech
Send me to heaven in a balloon
Away from suffocating cities
Where I can see the sky turn blue
Up, up, up
Where I can see
What may just be
My highest degree
Floating away
From pieces of paper
That mean
Close to nothing
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