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Agendas and Toys as Us


by Darryl Price


They may know some fascinating 
things about physics, but 
that's still not enough to get 
my vote on their card. Ring out 
the bells. I don't need to be 
taught how to float above the 
patchwork ground while I contemplate 

nothing and everything. 
Ring out the bells. It's all too 
boring. The logic teachers 
always have hidden agendas 
stuffed between their well groomed 
plastic teeth. I don't like the 
chemical minty smell of 

that kind of hot baked philosophy. 
Just don't hurt nobody. 
That's simple enough, isn't 
it? Ring out the bells. Why 
do you have to memorize 
so many uncanny facts 
that may or may not be true? 

It's nothing that I care about. 
Why can't we live together? 
The rich boys with their nuclear 
toys on pull strings are nothing 
more than bullies and brats. 
They certainly don't rule me. 
Ring out the bells. It's a love
 
thing or it's nothing to get 
hung about, eh? You've got the 
bells in your hands, ring them. I 
wont be forced to do anything 
that requires so much hate 
for it to happen. It's self-
centered, stupid cruelty, instead 

of humane creativity. 
It's poison gas, not  
common ground. Hurt nobody.
You know what is true. We are
not merely powerless animals 
at their disposal. 
We are the sacred living 

bells of life. Do your job. Ring
beauty with truth as its pleasant 
echo. You're not alone, 
but don't forget to sing your 
real words all around the world.
It's just a poem, until 
it's flowers smelled together. 

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