Ten years
Since my pen last touched
This maddening slate
Between blackened ankles
And swollen knees
Spent five years courting
A halfway respectable game
Of street ball
Before signing up for
Five years of slinging axe
And shredding throat
In a halfway decent band
Did I learn something last decade?
Have we
Learned anything?
Tolerance
Never thick to begin with
Long since
Pulled up a rocking chair
And draped a shotgun
Across our lap
Friends and lovers still burn
Like oil across the ocean
Preachers still lie
Liars still preach
They both become politicians
The impending brink
Is within arm’s reach
And we never stop grasping
At fuses
On the other hand
Yesterday
Walked by a homeless guy
Chatting on a cell phone
Wouldn’t have seen that
Ten years ago
Surely there is some comfort
In the progress we take
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