Poems from Alexandrathegreat1

They say he is a product Of his environment. Stastics show he will Reoffend, He will be regurgitated By the prison digestive system, Come...
We, the people, are bound to the star spangled banner by invisible chains, The red or the white under thumb of the blue, Pardons allotted...
Does it sleep in gutters slathered with banana peels, and newspaper, omitting the past? Does it marinate and wait like steak soiled with...
Sprawled over human stained sheets, we bled our conviction into the bed coils, And when we lifted the blanket the scent rose like uncorking...
The mirror speaks her financial advisor invest in the stocks and bonds of the soft skin on her arms softer than the sands slipping through...