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| courtesy New York State Faculty of Corrections |
truth & justice take the plunge
he will always thrive on washer-up
duty though the courts may confiscate
every hour of freedom watch his pride
scraping the slops
seasoned cons will never work him out
druggies mobsters child molesters owl
lady Joes & lesser-spotted grift
birds of the cage
how he gets that kitchen duty licked
not for him the cop-out laundry job
no librarian or sweep nor X
terminator
triumphs at the sink shall make his days
pardon him for whistling while he toils
seldom has his like been seen or heard
wielding the sponge
one more time give him the biggest hand
what a character to take his place
there with all the greats he waves & steps
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| chapbook cover |
cut of their tales
topguns ride
kerosene
horses they’re
champs
flatten schools
hospitals
refugee
camps
risk their lives
chasing six
million blind
mice
kitchen knives
out they run
rolling like
dice
then it’s roar
back feet up
calling kids
wives
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| No Intelligence Whatsoever! |
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