a triplicate of poems for the times (1)

March 30, 2011 § Leave a comment

the art of disrespect

she comes out waving her arms yelling excuse me

to a workman next door she’s never seen
meaning anything but

get rid of the music she says, just that way as if
she=s earned the right, because
they never listen to her she says but then

who really hears anyone yelling be quiet, I wonder

if she knows how disrespect works
and what she means when she says
she thinks war sucks

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published on continent of light website

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