Monday, October 7, 2019

Poem: "Exit Wound" by Tony Sokol

Exit Wound
Tony Sokol

So here we are in the land of good n plenty.
Just chock full of nuts
ready to throw stones at their steel and glass houses
and pass the blame to us.

We're a nation of crazed lone gunmen
looking to hit our mark.
Every 40 years or so we need a national trauma
just to keep us sharp.

But don't just take my word for it.
I just make it up and make it rhyme
the only thing that sets me apart is
I might throw in a suspended 9.

So give it up for our newly elected masters.
Give up your rights, the left, your cock and balls.
It's kind of comforting to know that when the bad guys win
It makes no difference at all.

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