October 28 Poem

American idiot.

Original but totally

Himself a Trump.

He found tricks.


I tossed the bait.

The fish jerked in his hands.

One touch.

Some call it cheating.



I try the anger.

Big league,

But it old, guys.

No stamina.


They were so poor

They removed the guts

They couldn’t afford.


The knife cavity off his heart

Thanks fingers.

Guns a hammer disgusting.

Born with a hammer,

But it has a soul.


It’s a Dear John poem

In bad need of revision.

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