How am I ever
Supposed to rise
To the cosmic
Minimum
When you branded
Me your slave
No matter
The efforts
I devoted to
Learning
The years
Of experience
The sweat, blood, and flesh
Shed in service
To my craft
When the line
Flashes
Dollars worth
My conditioned
Answer will always
Be
Zero
K.B. Silver
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How you treat your children sets them up for their entire life. The way you love them, and how they see you loving and being loved, writes their love map and tells them what love is supposed to be like. How you treat labor, how hard you make them work, and how you reward them for it teaches them how they should value themselves.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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