Had my love to dig so I dug
and came up slug –>
one working so hard for it
another working to disrupt me.
So saw an eye on the other side
of a world –> robbing bank
called my love // printing
a magazine online called foolery
so she commercialize men \\
and made us all like gorillas
feeding bananas to the bitches
like these presidents blowing
Smoke:: and if we think all of
this is like a coma? Climbing
out of confusion into a solution
we call Monkey Branching.
I’m not Joe but came up slow.
It’s like San Antonio, Texas.
Alamo go –> beating down
all the brown people called
Mexicans. And so Ann said,
‘I can.” I grab my word machine
and say, “Wordsmith back to nexus
— call us all Mixes:: what is
this thing we profess is it all
all Tejas or Texas?” Let the
American Indians say we are already
gone: Let the truth ring white
is alone. The world is One and
so are the peoples of the world
One. Over.
:: 10-01-2017 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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