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
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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