The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Generosity of Thought

I admit I stab the first thing that moves
with my prophetic pike wielded as stainless scalpel
and I imagine your graceful kindness swaddling 
their conundrums with agile reasoning pulling
the drawstring to leave only a button nose to boop
but I am a street urchin of armageddon 
thieving from the erosion of vacant cities 
having not seen the velvet cloth since I first shit
a beast not easily enthralled by arguments
where no party is at play for their life and
sense of beauty, yet I have no dearth of shame 
for my courseness because I like all young boys
never lost his dream to be a fireman or the solution
of dilution to the pollution of heroistic jackasses
cavorting across pixels in next level antics
swollen patriots breeding without restraint
but that is not me, so I question whether to
open my self-referential sphincter and sample 
what nectar you already enjoy.
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