They Rose as One and Chased Me to My Car

The bridge is burnt. Oh well, I'm off, and it remains
A lovely day. Our picnic started well enough, the
Food delicious. Giant trees provided badly needed
Shade, and talk among the family members featured
Only minor news of babies being born, and honors
Bigger kids had won. I sat beside Alicia and was
Quiet, being just a guest, until her Uncle Bill
Arrived. You've seen the type. I know you have.
The fucking country's full of them: a guy who
Never learned a thing in school or on his own.
Instead, he echoes what his radio has promised
Him is true, and, thus, all bosses (but for his) are
Saints, all union men are crooks, and anything
The government attempts to do will fail. I could
Have argued point for point, but it was getting
Hot, and I have tired of this type of man, so all I
Said was, “In a land where eight in ten are sure
A virgin bore a god, I'm not surprised so many
Share your idiotic views.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-03 at 17:01

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