James J. Jackson

Poet and Journalist

All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

James J Jackson

The nuisance of

existing in such

trying times.

All is blank

and all are blank

and harsh and spoiled

are the years.

Everything is now just

a parody of itself.

God is dead,

and so is satan

and all their followers

are in denial.

Still wishing, and calling,

praying and screaming,

“Help!”

8/10/10 

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Date:

May 12, 2014

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