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Deadly Magical Power
by Randy Johnson

All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I've been given a magical power but I don't know where it came from.
My killing spree is not going to end, there will be more deaths to come.
I'm going to paint portraits of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Then I'll paint portraits of the creators of the new Doctor Who TV show, I'll get rid of all of those chumps.
I'm also going to paint a portrait of a bully who I went to school with.
He'd better enjoy what time he has left because he won't have long to live.
I will never see the inside of a courtroom, I will never be tried.
If you don't want your portrait to be painted, don't get on my bad side.

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A Lost City
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Cancerous urban decay…
It’s taking over my beloved city…
The politicians truly don’t care…
Collecting more taxes and sitting pretty…

The infrastructure is totally failing…
They kick the can down the road…
Our children’s children’s children…
Will be left to inherit the load…


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Broken home
by Amelia Pond

they broken the window frame and door.
neatly closed the gate when they where done.
they took the bottles off the shelf.
unplugged the mice from the computers, left them on the table.

the night after, every thump or sound at all made us wonder
trimmer in our beds and wonder
was it them aging? back for the rest of our most loved items.

3 weeks later, still in fear

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Hope for My City
by Michele Bandler

No hope for this city they say
no hope
Kids doing time, for
Crime, for the crimes
Committed against their ancestors here,
Long ago and now.

On a jury I put a boy behind bars
Because of the laws,
I had no choice.

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My Kids In The Car
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

We live in New Orleans…
Where they steal our cars…
They shoot up birthday parties…
They rob Bourbon Street bars…

The politicians don’t care…
The DA cares even less…
They make the police stand down…
The Who Dat City is a mess…


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Broken home
by Amelia Pond

they broken the window frame and door.
neatly closed the gate when they where done.
they took the bottles off the shelf.
unplugged the mice from the computers, left them on the table.

the night after, every thump or sound at all made us wonder
trimmer in our beds and wonder
was it them aging? back for the rest of our most loved items.

3 weeks later, still in fear

......

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Hope for My City
by Michele Bandler

No hope for this city they say
no hope
Kids doing time, for
Crime, for the crimes
Committed against their ancestors here,
Long ago and now.

On a jury I put a boy behind bars
Because of the laws,
I had no choice.

......

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A Lost City
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Cancerous urban decay…
It’s taking over my beloved city…
The politicians truly don’t care…
Collecting more taxes and sitting pretty…

The infrastructure is totally failing…
They kick the can down the road…
Our children’s children’s children…
Will be left to inherit the load…


......

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My Kids In The Car
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice

We live in New Orleans…
Where they steal our cars…
They shoot up birthday parties…
They rob Bourbon Street bars…

The politicians don’t care…
The DA cares even less…
They make the police stand down…
The Who Dat City is a mess…


......

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Deadly Magical Power
by Randy Johnson

All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
I've painted portraits of my former boss, my in-laws and I also painted a portrait of my wife.
I've been given a magical power but I don't know where it came from.
My killing spree is not going to end, there will be more deaths to come.
I'm going to paint portraits of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.
Then I'll paint portraits of the creators of the new Doctor Who TV show, I'll get rid of all of those chumps.
I'm also going to paint a portrait of a bully who I went to school with.
He'd better enjoy what time he has left because he won't have long to live.
I will never see the inside of a courtroom, I will never be tried.
If you don't want your portrait to be painted, don't get on my bad side.

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