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Lady Libertine, A Poem
by Jeffers Onadams
Lady Libertine seen squeezing
her head through a crack
in a blood-stained stucco wall.
Calling for an end to all this violence;
too tense, ever since they
penetrated picket fence privacy . . .
it has been 1984.
What are we punching in for?
The system jaded to the core
before they blew off bank vault doors.
Seen this all before.
Life isn't a second hand
clocked in at nine
and out at five.
Shopping with how much
we buy as a
gauge on our lives.
Even she knew as they
slit her wrists with
financial knives.
A Roman game within
a single, bifurcated cattle stall.
A double-sided coin,
a border wall with
highball drinkers and bill collectors,
and sharks swimming in
both regions,
ready to sink teeth in.
A societal speed ball,
pigeonholing us all into
one of two sides to mirror greed.
Where are we in this metaphor?
Metaphorically like broken levies and
lost inalienable liberties;
mutiny, tyranny, and abysmal evil.
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