A Cup of Joe
A cup of Joe
Some cheerios
A nose to blow
Off to war we go
They lay in bed
They act half-dead
In mortal dread
Of schools' brick-red
They wish they were us
We wish we were them
Every generation condemned
~ Plant severed from the stem
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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