The Trees That Live Forever, Why Are They Laughing?, Equality? Impossibly!, A Writer's Memory, Dramatic License, Burrowing, and Banned Books

The Trees That Live Forever

The forest is gone
That is only sad if trees
Do not become books

Why Are They Laughing?

Excited you are
Go ahead, I deserve it
Stop laughing, will you?

Equality? Impossibly!

Everything will be
Equal when capitalism
Does not exist here

A Writer's Memory

Writer's memory
Only tells the truth sometimes
When convenient to

Dramatic License

Those tears aren't real
Down your cheeks they fall
Each one attempting to reveal
Your bleeding trying to dissolve
A heart hiding what is truly felt
You're not serious I can tell
An actor's cries to himself
To garner sympathy that can't be quelled
I nearly believed your character
To be a great actor you aspire
But I can't permit you to lure
My feelings dissuaded by your act, entire
    You almost got me to believe
    Graciously, please accept my reprieve

Burrowing

Indiscriminate logic walking towards a large hole in a small mountain
Passing judgement on the towering weeds skipping in the opposite sky 
Pruning their limbs to fulfill the wishes whispered by fearful expositions
Walking along a trail of worried and disgruntled foxes and their ambivalence 
Two crows nesting on a tortoise swiftly injure three teaspoons of precision 
That lied in the meadow to fail the six hawks baiting eleven optimistic warnings 
Designed to deter optimism's sixty-six generous fallacies 
Who bait those walkers politically chaotic to follow destitute delusions
Safe divisions in measuring six hundred wavering principles calms sedated sloths
Persuaded roses running from the feigning forrest tripped on fading aspirations 
While dogs dug deep away from shallow ingenuities howled demeaning traits
Bear claws cut idiotic idiocies meant to defy the intelligence of ignominy 
Awful oblivion asks ten-thousand ants to take solace in grizzly perseverance's fall
Logic walking into the doom of inevitable misunderstanding's cave burrowing deeper
Deeper and deeper it burrows hasing insanity unwavering in its prejudice
Unable to escape the nine giraffes peering into a dimension harboring inconsistence
Feeding on the leaves of books that haven't been written by authors never born
Lost in the benevolence of a demeanor stricken by wicked affluences 
Only allowed by relaxed intricacy
Fearful insanity awaiting the toll accosted by a tempered imagination
Paralyzed by fatigue unable to dig, unable to concede and unable to give

Banned Books

Combine words in a certain way and some people won't like it
In fact, some people may get offended
For that controversial line has only defended
The existence of thoughts horrible to wit
Maybe certain ways of thought should be disregarded
Certain ideas and ideals were not meant to exist
This way of thinking I resist
Those combinations of words can't be discarded
There are beings suffering
Incest and murder and rape and molestation aren't to words relegated
Racism and misogyny and homophobia and ableism can't be negated
The horrors of humanity won't be erased by your buffering
The freedom that is denied the order of certain words
Is not more offensive than the acts they depict
So words we should never restrict
It is people, it is the universe that is disturbed 

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