Poets

"Don't tell me the poets ... " I write poetry that is both incorporated And incorporeal ... and un and un and un It is done On the pad : and off Hop - Lily On the tailgate In the truck Boots on the ground In the muck Put on your Carhartt's It's time to get dirty Even better Grab your Old Man's work clothes Finish the job That He didn't want to start Don't tell me the poets are fucking crying We're living And we're dying Careful though The warlords have come into the jungle and slaughtered before But we live again A little more angry A little less wise --> Fuck shit up, juveniles Shoplifters of the world ... untie

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