what would force a wise septuagenarian to imagine himself
President of the USA?
Could it be
A ghost of war's glory days in the
grand old industrious gay nineties
days of smokestack landmarks of civic pride,
as seen by stevedores loading dry buffalo hides,... nay,
I trow not... war as imagined in a wise septuagenarian,
has no glory, but value, in depleting the other
side, and
rubbing away the bank on that distant shore, make it
seem so much further away...
what would force a wise septuagenarian to imagine himself
herself President of the USA?
see who salutes, nobody salutes
but military minds, tie-wearers.
nope, nothing comes to mind as reasonable,
save
pride
a broken-spirited, old-mind-bound hero-sell-out,
in my opinion,
with a plan to scuttle spaceship earth.
Okeh. We stop that. What next? It gets better.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
what would force a wise septuagenarian to imagine himself
President of the USA?
Could it be
A ghost of war's glory days in the
grand old industrious gay nineties
days of smokestack landmarks of civic pride,
as seen by stevedores loading dry buffalo hides,... nay,
I trow not... war as imagined in a wise septuagenarian,
has no glory, but value, in depleting the other
side, and
rubbing away the bank on that distant shore, make it
seem so much further away...
what would force a wise septuagenarian to imagine himself
herself President of the USA?
see who salutes, nobody salutes
but military minds, tie-wearers.
nope, nothing comes to mind as reasonable,
save
pride
a broken-spirited, old-mind-bound hero-sell-out,
in my opinion,
with a plan to scuttle spaceship earth.
Okeh. We stop that. What next? It gets better.
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