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That silly flood made me Tread all the way down Here. Political pensions over. Spent on pens and ties. Bipartisanship is basically A commandment now. They’re Only there because they have to be, I say. They would send relief, Should I wait a week so the Check don’t bounce? I Know how that goes. They Got a profit on us anyway. They’re checkbook turned to Chicken scratch, more like chicken **** We’ll see how that goes. At least I got time to locate My house that floated off its Hinges a few miles south. *Note: these next poems I’m posting are going to be more political because it’s a project I am writing for a conference.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Flash-Flood
That silly flood made me Tread all the way down Here. Political pensions over. Spent on pens and ties. Bipartisanship is basically A commandment now. They’re Only there because they have to be, I say. They would send relief, Should I wait a week so the Check don’t bounce? I Know how that goes. They Got a profit on us anyway. They’re checkbook turned to Chicken scratch, more like chicken **** We’ll see how that goes. At least I got time to locate My house that floated off its Hinges a few miles south. *Note: these next poems I’m posting are going to be more political because it’s a project I am writing for a conference.
hank-roberts
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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