Quartet

1.
Give me space
a figure shouts to black
and guerrilla clothed guards

so they give
the space
of a bullet

No time like the present
All time on a dead watch
All space in a corrupt file

2.
Give me space
cries a figure
outside the continuum

Bureaucrats turn their heads away
slightly ashamed but
not enough to let the figure go

Frankly they are bored
It gets old being omnipotent
So tired

3.
Give me space
you plead from a place
of bewilderment

Watching this country
(whatever you call it)
falling on its serene knees

Some folks laugh it off
over cute cyberdogs fawning
while sneering at the rest

4.
Give me space
comes an answer from
a fat man at the top

Fuck it you get what
you deserve and boy howdy
do you deserve me

Plastered on the banners
I had hanged with
one name of the beast

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onward,
T