All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

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,



Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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