It’s time for presents
Not time for violence
Plan on plenty
No time for silence
Bug your parents
Spend repentance
Buy me love
Spread connections
I want it now
There is no patience
I want it fresh
Not to wait for inheritance
Shiny trinkets
Cost imperative
Binding light-rays
I swear it is
Cuz I deserve it
Mommy knows this
So throw away the old
Make room for new shit
Pay your bills
With indebted interest
They say it’s worthless
But don’t believe it
It’s very important
That I collect each every bits
Junk-religion
Junkie sit-ins
God is angry
If I don’t get presents
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July, 2008
Ray-Comics 
A poem in the NOW, our wants and not our needs. i like this very much, this, for me, tongue-in-cheek offering with a real bite.
Bravo!
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Thanks for reading sir!
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“But what about all these action figures that I’ve collected, Daddy Dearest??!”
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So, where’s my present?
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Put a heavy drum solo to this, or guitar if that’s your thing, and you could have something here. Awesome.
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Thanks! I try to think of this kind of verse as sorta def poetry jam, set to a beat, sure thing…
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Can see the influence. Great job I need to start considering that myself
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