An accusation from the kettle

“What a discomposed man,”
says this pillar of the community
who hides vodka bottles in bedside lamps
and slips into high heels so as to dance—

he says, “You louts, you layabouts
leech off my civilization,” as he crouches
in the bushes applying wide eyes to his neighbors
whom he is condemned to abhor, deplore, and labor for—

how neurotic is the man, that deluded patriot,
who wears the world as if he did not shit squatting!

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~ by Jeremy on June 25, 2013.

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