Like strange rabid dogs,
Squatting in my front yard.
The salesmen;
Tap,tap,tapping at my windows,
Rattling my door;
Like strange rabid dogs,
Squatting in my front yard.
Crapping and spewing forth
A societies wasted effort.
Leaving piles on my doorstep.
Such things should not be wasted on paper;
Song and verse,
Poetry,
Is a much more viable commodity,
Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 05:08
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Squatting in my front yard.
Viable Commodity
The salesmen;
Tap,tap,tapping at my windows,
Rattling my door;
Like strange rabid dogs,
Squatting in my front yard.
Crapping and spewing forth
A societies wasted effort.
Leaving piles on my doorstep.
Such things should not be wasted on paper;
Song and verse,
Poetry,
Is a much more viable commodity,
Poetry by W. Burkholder
Read 539 times
Written on 2007-03-07 at 05:08
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