Rude boys on the train
Singing what they speak
Punk rockers hide the pain
Anger about to break
Dominican girls are walking
Every step shakes
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Rude boys on the train
Singing what they speak
Punk rockers hide the pain
Anger about to break
Dominican girls are walking
Every step shakes
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
One good moment
A spark of art
A souls movement
A missing part
Grace captured
From promising start
To the brief rapture
Of an artist’s heart
Gene G. Mclaughlin 2016
Born with the red pill
Halfway down the throat
Taking the utmost skill
Discerning what that denotes
The burden of building bridges
Not moats
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The dead seek no retribution
They’re gone from hunger
Not from greed
They are appeased from restitution
Of that torn asunder
Not from need
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I’ve not found it yet
Betwixt barroom floorboards
Or Buddha’s verses
Guess I’ll search more
Before early bird specials
Or cold black hearses
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Coat news with narratives
Call the stories facts
Get the data in
See how the masses react
Trim the tale to fit needs
Until the lie is intact
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016