words, wasted

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i find my words
often wasted
on the decidedly deaf & dumb

just sayin what i know

as truth to the powerfaux
before my tongue
turns blue & numb

some fleet, fleek phrases

may burn like fire
over my flaming lips

disbursed
to burn & churn synapses
in brains unloosing hips

to action, animation, arete

to be complete;
a purpose, program, not a pogrom,
a path to place your feet

word on the street

fully mine - not complete.
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6/17 - lebuc - words, wasted