How Will They Hurt Me This Time
take away the pain
pull it for my simple minded
cultural institution
unofficially assassinate
the view to the deed
give all who know,
a shiny old award of singing
dripped in federal money
covered dew
shape it up
in lie-berries of congress fruit
and blend it up
to taste as euphemistic
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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