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The Teacher

I pinch myself

for the chance to shine


up here

in front of you.


I keep coming back.

The light is coming


from you.

Listen, find something to be


beyond an entrepreneur.

For they have stoned society


out of liquid laborers,

rigging a talent show


of endless wars

that sends us home


to be good, not great.  Fascism

hides, crouched,


in the marketplace, waiting

on the price


of integrity

to drop.



Posted 11/16/19
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