Pilgrims
So stuffed up
creatively congested
forced into survival mode
by more’n four dollar a gallon gas
and elected officials
who instead of representing the constituency
chase pre-pubescent ass.
Cortisol cleaving catalysts
ceasing critical chain-reactions
I require, to create.
I stagnate
like this tepid marsh of a country
akin to the lands we first stole
calling ourselves settlers
too obtuse and haughty
to acknowledge
we were all thieves.
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Louder for the people in the back! *clap, clap, clap*
Right?! So good!
Amen!
“I stagnate
like this tepid marsh of a country
akin to the lands we first stole
calling ourselves settlers
too obtuse and haughty
to acknowledge
we were all thieves.”—- Yes!
Thanks for this fierce poem!