Maggie's Wrathful GrapesA Poem by R. L. Ives
Gather round the campfire
I got a ghost story to tell Bout some farm owned by Maggie, Where old Tom Joad fell. Tom came lookin for work you see After crash-land twenty nine. At first it wasn't all that bad In fact it was almost fine. Maggie and Big Brother Had everything under control Ma thought she was young again But she was really fifty four. Pa stared out his brick window with a cigar in his hand While ole Ma thumped her bible All across the land. Tom began to see right through The smoke and mirror trick Pa had nickeled and dimed him And Brother was a prying dick. Maggie got bored and lost her appeal Ma preached at him all the time. And when did believing in freedom become a felonious crime? Tom said he ain't workin For Maggie on the farm no more, So he packed up all of his survival s**t And bugged out the side door. They shot him in the back when off the grid he tried to slip. Tom didn't know that the flu shot Held his identity chip. © 2013 R. L. IvesAuthor's Note
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Added on March 30, 2013Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorR. L. IvesMOAboutAfter 371 days living through the hell of my husband’s ALS diagnosis and death, I feel like I’m left without form more..Writing
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