Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland
Fighting the Power since January 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
poem of the day 09.13.11
screaming
this kid
screaming
for blocks on end
as his mother
does nothing to stop it
has no clue
what he’s
in for
when he
one day
grows up
and steps into
my
ever sobbing shoes
…provided i
don’t turn around
and kill him
first.
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