Tuesday, December 1, 2015

poem of the day 12.01.15

the moment when you realize someone
you’ve known for years just might become
the jackbooted fascist who comes to your
door to round you up with all of the other effete
intellectuals once the oligarchy establishes
martial law and the deal goes down

when
not drunk
but
completely sober
he looks up
at you
shrugs
and says
hilter
was just misunderstood
is
all.


                                               

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