Thursday, March 9, 2017


Not much of a patriot
I suffer lots of hatriot
When citizen buddies
Come home bloodied
From nights in trenches
Crowded as benches
The first day of spring
When all the birds sing
About love’s positioning,
Pro-life conditioning.
Leave me sooner outside
A stray that can’t abide
Begging for treats or tricks.
I'll fetch, then shit the sticks.

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