Summer in the city
It's a wishful clown in pajamas,with teddy bears and war
in his deep pockets,
that salutes the star spangled banner
and all other flags
wrapped in a commitment
to capital punishment
and the right to bear arms.
Don't offend the powers to be,
the hell bent chasers of instant gratification,
lost in satiation,
let not summer be just another hot interlude
to ignore the rage
that floats behind the machine.
Steep money folds and molds
the character with force
and the lure of having more
reflects all over days lost
in the companionship of
I do not care.
Poetry by Bob
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-07-17 at 20:22
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