Midwestern Town, by jak
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Midwestern town
the bus glides through
the matchbox houses on the snow
Gas station,
Churches
parks and ponds
The football field,
Solemn and majestic
Plebes you may say or trees
but they grow unpolluted
Humility is something you will never have
clean air
peace of mind
fat belly
because they sleep well
and the wife
cooks for him and
runs his life
you, will drown swimming to the boat
you'll get trampled in the race
You will fall in love
and.......you
will be replaced
both of you will end up renting moldy town-homes
alone, yellow teeth
cats running your lives.
[Nov. 2010] |
Posted: 2011-01-03 07:27:35 UTC |
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