Friday, November 6, 2015

Wild Garden


What a wild garden
we humans have become.

Half want security.
Half want freedom.

Freedom without security
is fragile and easily scattered.

Security without freedom
poisons itself over time.


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  1. [Insert Title Here]

    The mama apes croon
    Over their darlings and beat
    Up those who criticize.
    There‘s never enough fur to stay warm.

    [Disposable Poem November 13, 2015]
    Dr. Mike

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