Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

Hopefully, Not Our Future

Hopefully, not our future..

OK, Ok, Stop pounding on my door.
Sheesh!
Here's my guns, free speech and
children, too.
Ya, ya, I have no power!
Just that dang windmill
Driving me nuts hour by hour.

I am clear all belongs to you.
Take my car,my CRV, Comrade.
There is no evil gas anymore.
What the heck, my like a wreck!

My cow's in the back.
Yep, told old Elsie she must go.
Her smelly gas..
Pollutes the air.and so....
Can't own anything no more.

I did lbuilt a box car, it's so rad!
May take me four hours 
To get to work, but what the heck!

I burnt my flag!

Panagiota Romios
3/15/2019

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Caren Krutsinger March 16, 2019 at 2:12 AM Free speech seems to have actually already been taken, my friend. You have written a gem of a poem, Panagiota. A GEM of a poem! Panagiota Romios March 16, 2019 at 1:48 PM Hello Caren, Thank you for being there for me, always! The words and language are cutting down even as I write this. The fear of words, smacked daily. Love, Panagiota