Bad FolksA Poem by Charles PhiferI listen to the radio
and watch the television. I leave the door open and let the flies come
in. I kick up the dirt but it goes in my eyes. I reason with people but most don’t want to
hear it. I use the dishwasher and hand-wash my jeans. I yell at my brother and tell him to clean. I play a game and it tells me about the idiots
of a bygone generation destroying the Earth. And I think those f*****g bygones. © 2012 Charles Phifer |
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Added on June 21, 2012 Last Updated on June 21, 2012 Author
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