![]() $200 divorceA Poem by Daniel Atkinson![]() look at us.![]() i find it hard to believe in the innate goodness of man when s**t poems are written on grease-stained paper and divorce is sold for $200 on the side of the highway.
there is very little time for futures now, very little time. the crows see this and the ladybugs offer their criticism but are eaten like ladybugs and suddenly they are beyond god.
there is a song someone has been singing. it sounds like an anthem, but i cannot clear the dust from my ears. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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