Another Evening in Nebraska

Clifford's going on again about the
Things which lead guys like him
To go on: the liberals and socialism.
"Where's it end?," he asks. He
Doesn't want to know. "They rob
Me blind to feed the lazy, tell me
I can't drain a swamp because
Some fish will go extinct. They're
Wrecking what has made this
Nation better than the others
Are." I sigh. I've heard it all
Before, and know that Clifford,
Living still, in comfort, on his
Parents' farm, gets money from
The government to idle land,
His swamp included, and, should
Drought or flood occur, the
Socialists will send a check, and,
Looking at objective measures,
Others in those other nations
Seem to be much better off,
But I don't bother telling
Clifford. He's not in the mood
For facts. He knows what all the
Crackers know, and, done with
Him, and here, and both the
Highballs I had ordered, so
I wouldn't wring his crimson
Neck, I rise and say, so civilly
As I am able, "I believe I'll go."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-15 at 00:33

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