Worker who has to make up the public
Violence. Words are not sticks or stones. They are
That glass’s condensation as working.
President Trump. If he were eloquent.
Wouldn’t be bad if the poetry gets
Cold. Speaking meditations. On things owned.
Directed out of the static essence.
Pine trees. Pickled pig’s lips. Anything sold.
Solid. Delusioned. Private. Growing like
Weeds. Walmart garlic flavored racial strife.
Once gave the mid-morning the second day
People that speak those vile and evil words
Fried emotional nature. Destroyed.
This as a work for you to recreate.