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Baron of Bilried

by Bradley Herr

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Barons 02:03
We of Bilried, Nee of Glarus, Swiss and German yore, Sons of Hansley, Lost his head, In 1444.
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It’s critical for me to let you know I’m out of ways to bring to your attention My words can only mean what I intend And not whatever you attribute to them I don’t mean to suggest I get A free pass on the spite I spit But I’d like if you could see what’s in my eyes If you can only hear what’s in your head But not the heart that’s moving blood and body And if effort really matters less than words Then what’s the point in ever even trying? And if you think that words can nullify The good that comes from actions well intended And if you throw out all apologies Than what’s the point of ever being sorry? And if mistakes are all you see While walking through a gallery I think it’s safe to say you’re not an art fan So if you end up miserable and alone At least I can say that I tried to help you And if I end up miserable and alone At least I’m already halfway used to it
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I let you down Everything reminds me
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Praise the thinking minds that put ideas in demand, But don't forget the blood that spills to put them in your hands If suits and ties deserve the pay for doing all the work, And benefit from those that they outclass, Why is it we identify the ties and suits as posh, And call the other lot the working class? If labor is a task that yields respect and independence, With money and success as its reward, Why are the ones who labor, then, the ones who are intended, To aspire to what they cannot afford? And if the board who gambles with one hundred million loses, And writes it off as mere financial risk, Why can the board not sympathize with broken bones and bruises, Against their tired eyes and swollen wrists? And if the heads of systems made to profit from the suffering of people are the ones who rule then surely a majority would benefit by taking up the rock that splits these heads in two
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I saw your ad up in the paper yesterday. I thought I'd take a chance and ask you out today, Out to the zoo. Well, what else can I do? We got on fine through jokes and wine at dinner time, I asked you if you'd like to go upstairs and you said "No, thank you." I poured some tea for two. How were you to know I was the one? The one the papers said was on the run? Later that month you said you'd like for me to meet Your mother and your father, wouldn't that be neat? You little shrew. Well, what else can I do? They came around at six, polite and right on time. I said I'd cook and that my steak pies were sublime. Please lock the door. I'm not much to fall for. How were you to know I'd brought my knives? Or that you should be fearing for your lives? You started screaming as so many others did. I've been this way since I was just a little kid. No lessons learned. Our meeting is adjourned. Let facts be facts, my dear. No need to misconstrue: I killed your mother and I killed your father, too. As I did you. Well, what else could I do?
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released July 19, 2016

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