Number Seven

Number Seven

A Poem by Davidgeo
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The new national past time
Called the protest playouts
Into creatures feeding upon themselves
Inventing divisions for sport
Stealing exposure
In a way most loathsome
And who could have guessed
Taking a knee would be so strenuous
Because after all, this is all just a game
Is it not?

(focused on the wrong things)

© 2017 Davidgeo


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Added on October 21, 2017
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Davidgeo
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Johnsburg, IL



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