Angry Poets

Do I hate Walt Whitman...No,
I never heard of his tolls,

but I came in contact with his withdrawals-
and I think he is an ass that could use menthol's!

Back in time,
people didn't pry,

he tried....
But also hoped the sun would bring a Nile-
of truth about a spiral...

But the water runs more than miles,

and this is all about the smile's,

so what if people become wild...
and barbarian,
and filed-

oh why do they think of a child? 

My child wouldn't say beguile! 

But the apes might agree that you are mild! 

Filled like the kind,

blowing gas outta the behind,

riding other people's minds, to the lake,
and then back to the blind.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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