my country she festers

18May09

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I have pounded my head into the pavement
more than once
bah

bam stuffing the air with words which subsequently collect
nonsense and worse
tamper packed bundle—blunder  and—bust

one more person passes through this passing world
write that at this writing brain damaged
my country she festers

stink stinks and stank
the local pragmatic cadaver
would s/he think her/himself someone special

mama downloading some new someone special
some one special slob
better to die doing something I like

than to die while trying to escape
from a nursing home
clad in a pamper

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