The Daily Dread

Yesterday

when we try to stand
seems like some rich pukes want to
make us kneel and beg
for the honor of paying 
them for the trash they're selling 



I lift myself up
Defrag my brain with haiku
Stand what comes my way



they say in person
he has his charm, but only
if you stand up wind 



For years Red believed
Wandered on the wilderness
A seekers mission

The goal he was sold
The elusive spondulix
Prosperity gold

Then Red realized
All that glitters ain't gold, so
Red leaves pilgramage 


a long spelling trek
spell pilgrimage correctly
stumbles on the way



Abundance above
Dammed by greed to overflow
Trickle dance below

Recreating a 1970's Saturday night
Having pizza and Heineken 
Left me as foggy this morning
As the wildfire smoke outside
Smells like 1980's Los Angeles air

If it wasn't for misperception 
I'd have no perception at all 

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