Friday, December 29, 2017

i don't fit in the russia box


where i can't breathe
and even if i'm adverse to violence
there's still a good left arm and fist
to smash a hole right on through
all the way to the senate paper tigers
cardboard mannequins
bought and paid for
filthy money so-called lesser-evil
saboteur foundations

the short bare-chested guy
needs to ride a real horse
like one of those wild free stallions
near the montana-canada border
like in a solzhenitsyn siberia winter

orange-hair can then double up
take up the rear
his mouth a completed anus
for everyone
childlike vicious
their trigger-fingers
a thumb
they can jointly
suck on

--- e b bortz

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