Life, my education:
Stay the duration.
Never give in--
Don't let the bastards win.
***
They taught me with blows,
Formatted my throes;
Forgiving their sins
Lets all bastards win.
****
They cruelly ask
That we stay on task:
Serve as their mannikins
To let them all win.
***
I won't acquiesce
To dispossess
Their victims--my kin
And let these bastards win.
***
I won't stay ambivalent
Nor seek their equivalent.
And re-commit Original Sin
By letting those bastards win.
***
They'll be the last to know
When they're alight, my flambeau.
They'll char like their victims:
Cindered bastards can't win.
***
I'll bear that torch proudly
And beat that drum loudly.
With seizure of life and limb
So the bastards don't win.
***
They're out there in spades
Clueless to our Crusades.
Where'll be the chagrin
That the bastards didn't win?
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Gerard DiLeo
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Outstanding performance poem! Loved it!!!♥️♥️💕