Populist

Please stop talking. Your mind is a pea in a gourd,
Tiny and shriveled, your voice nothing more than
Its meaningless rattle. Millions adore you. That's
Truly so sad: a nation of gourd-heads stacked
On a table, which wobbles. I'll laugh when they fall.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-17 at 14:51

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