Monday, September 2, 2019

poem of the day September 2


At the flea
behind me
was a man
A white man
selling fake
Jim Crow
and other fakes
All made in China
He wore a
Trump hat
and chained
smoked cigars
The smoke filtered
over on to me
and I was soon poisoned
by his insensitivity
All day long
I wondered what
makes him tick
as I began to feel real sick

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