These New Strange Times

These New Strange Times short poem

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All the things I never said before
really doesn’t matter much anymore
the world is changing me like never
before like a ghost in the thick of
fog…well truth is stranger than
fiction just like a fire burning
somewhere out to sea…it seems
the world is going crazy and it’s
trying to do the same thing to me…
there’s no peace of mind, we’re
more stressed out and impatient
than ever before, we’re more like
robots than human beings and
I for one can’t take it anymore in
there’s just no rhyme or reason…
Well and if I could I would run
for cover but if I disappeared on
you I’m afraid you’d never
survive so I stay and I lie and
I cry…it’s crazy ‘cuz I know
I’ll never get out of your love
alive but oh well what the hell
we’ll all be dead in twenty-
twelve and it’s coming up on us
like a tiger on the run in

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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