When The Poet Came To Town

When The Poet Came To Town

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

When the Poet came to Town

 everyone snickered

 said it would be a fine time to get liquored

Some huffed and they puffed

 the good ole boys even got stuffed

They rolled and they polled

 visitors even got keyholed

Nobody knew

just what this poet could do

with hats in their hands

pledging allegiance to the stands

they could barely write a sentence

let alone ask repentance

education would come at a price

too scared to even shake the dice

was it to be a boy or a girl

this town wasn't like the rest of the world

they didn't go for that trash

without some cold hard cash

but who told this person to come this way

and why did they pick this very day

Ruby started her book fair

she couldn't get nobody to care

Ah hell, reading was a thing of the past

might as well have someone here to make it last

She booked a girl poet

and wouldn't you know it

the girl was pretty as can be

with eyes as blue as the see

But when she made her way to the stage

all were in rage

The girl poet was relieved

and stupidly just believed

they would welcome her face

cause she was from the same place

the only one to go off to school

to become a mule

for a government so rotten

she could never be forgotten

She took away their aid

years went by, she thought it would fade

Then she wished she could die

and tried to tell a lie

But her voice went unheard

until she used assistance as a word

Even the violence stopped

and the potential hate crime was dropped

Glad they didn't send a man to do her job

then again, who else could she rob

 

 

 

 

© 2010 TTBoy28


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Wow!!
That's great!!!
The flow is really great!

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TTBoy28
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