The Kentucky Hayseed - By Bob Atkinson
The Kentucky Hayseed
- by Bob Atkinson
he looks a little confused
his mind cast in a fix
how can he concentrate on this
just a little bit
a jerky set of previews
float over and above
his articulated vision on
some confused state of fuss
he'd never seen a problem
like this in all his life
a complex set of jargon
not allowing mushy light
he chewed on a blade of grass
considering all possibilities there
just open ended reflex
on most of which, he didn't care
his mama told him something
when a child was he
he tried to focus reason
when allowed here to repeat
that never ending slogan
of truth and firm despair
carrying nothing in between
his inner and outer ears
the hayseed settled down to work
a tumor he could see
grabbed a scalpel from the nurse
and simply cut it free
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