a pile of blackened cannonballs
anvils on the heads of the fascists across the sea
we said NO
and we said it loud
louder than firecrackers
played on an answering machine owned by George Washington
spinning woman in the basement
like any good Jersey woman, saying "fuck this shit,
I got clothes to make"
as the walls were blasted by blackened hate toys
old stable full of anchors, away
from the hands of children
who would stain them with bubblegum flavored ingratitude
because their minds are too noisy to go to sleep
someday they will (I hope) rewrite
this very poem,
it is their right,
and I hope they do.
Please tell me what you think
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This is definitely right on.
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thank you, your opinion means a lot to me
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