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Joe Mama

Faithful stars light faithless things, And for my mind, the light still sings, For questions the sky thus brings, But answers forget to follow.

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Shelley in the Vending Machine

When the soul of Earth ignited fire, The heavens faintly spoke, With a furtive background choir, Let there be Diet Coke.

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Last Minute

I’m starting to write this poem on the night before it’s due. It’s certainly unpolished —​ the font may be askew​.

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Procrastination

Same old essay situation—twelve-hundred words, full citation;So this time I may find elation, if I avoid procrastination. Yes, this time my sole fixation lies within the whole creationOf my dull assigned dictation within this week’s short duration.