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"The Ballad of Stringer Bull" is a poem/song dedicated to Stringer Bull. In June 2014, Stringer Bull escaped from a slaughterhouse in Baltimore. He then trotted down the street, enjoying freedom, for a few hours before being fatally shot by the police.
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I once danced atop holy water
Thinking the world would be made right
For the righteous, not the wicked.
In my fantasy the swine would lay
Their pearls before my feet, as I sat
On my regal dais and ate truffles.
I believed this was to be
Because I was chosen, I was the beloved.
But prophecy doesn't come to pass
Without work, and fate needs a task
To complete, and destiny is merely
Looking back on the past at what happened.
If I'm to skip across baptismal waters once
Again, I need to slide off my throne
And crawl to the river's edge,
Plunge into the crispness of the stream
And either learn how to swim
Or how to accept drowning.
From the book The Poets Are Dead?
Upon the nude dark continent I stood:
A god among men, draped in divine sweat.
My holy scepter is my morning wood.
In this cyber jungle is where I met
You . . .
Stepped through the tangles of unwanted lust,
Carrying sweet ambrosia in a vial.
You dripped the nectar on me, and now I must
Follow your scent through the joy and the trial.
You . . .
Ask me for a treasure worthy of you.
My meager gift, the gem of poetry,
I fasten onto a chain of emerald hue.
I genuflect and offer word's jewelry
To you . . .
I give my future, and discharge my past.
The passion of sex stimulates our minds,
Respect and trust will make this union last.
And when I close my eyes, I seem to find
From the book To Woman, From Man: Love Poems.
Words = Life
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