by Ghostwrite Mike, Valley State Prison How do the dangerous few, earn, the right of return?Turn the page—act our age—work, but not be slaves?Not be slaves…Forever purgatoried, tell yo story, text it through the ether—eitherWe record the history, or they deceive the reader.See, we are praxis, for those who wield powerFor the feel of it. Blessed, if you could deal with … [Read more...] about Poem: The Dangerous Few
