May 18, 2009
By nabokoVery BRONZE, Lexington, Massachusetts
nabokoVery BRONZE, Lexington, Massachusetts
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There’s piss in the pot
And you’re digging the well
Sink fast to the filth,
Or drop past faces,
Single file, the liar
Glares. Whose there
A shallow hue, that,
Floats. The leaner,
A legacy of lies. You
Sigh, while words trail
Like kale. Buy his word.
Hold fast, the raisin rots.

Rise! Rise! Wise, Raven.
See the statue…Reagan. His
Size immortal, the ideal.
No Stalin, in his veins.
But chain held passion,
With deaths bubble popped.
See the wise raven?
Pecking at the lives. Ten,
Seconds, the feast. No use,
To struggle. The chains, remember?
Allowance, to share. And tiers of
Millenia. Cast a loss, of worth.


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