Monday, November 14, 2016

Poem #7 Gather you famine and bigotry

My country! My country!
On the neck like a day owned husband.
suppered strange men
with the little news— gone stray
sit right down to his choicest lies
three miles away wears a silk dress
make mischief back up bewailing
slackers, clackers, crackers,
schooling an argument
failing to move me
entitled happiness wild and wooly
representation of deeply sorry days
underdrawn by my country
my country!
my country amazed me
together the language was
blushed similar terms of common sense
forgotten in sermons
selling these bewildered ears anything
one child the devil
because he said something complimentary
forgotten little fortune
nothing like America
why?

Gather you famine and bigotry 

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