Spread The News─
Emperor Loves
Those Wing-Tip Shoes.
They Sparkle In Gritty Times—
Leave Nothing Behind
But The Dirty Shine
Of An Eroding Mind.
Every Phony Verb
Is A Hard Ball Curve
That Gives
That Bruised Cat
A Lying-Brain Attack.
It’s Like─
Riding Anger Laps
In A Bloody Field
Of Red, White, And Blue─
With Num-Nut-Laced
Truths.
While Hatred
Enjoys
The Dues.
H.T. Manogue
www.shortsleeves.net
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