Jesus Christ Printer

Franklin!
Jesus Christ printer
Formater of America
Jesus Christ Printer
Weilding insanity and naked air baths for the balconies of France
(Franklin!)
England's poor rose
and didn't your ingenuity shock them all?
Winking at black sky
you went tripping over Boston's cobbled street
through a dark cloud of fear screaming 'Where's my kite? '
Several wigs
bore your elegant makeshift
of tea and colonial prosperity
So pompous
men respected you
immorally two-faced
the women loved you
Christ Printer formater
you did not believe in cake
and Poor Richard anecdoted the American landscape
'On Human Understanding'
kept you well read Locked
Your false wood teeth
clamped down on the little fledgeling nation
Philadelphia
In sweltering hot rooms
four score decision-making
for revolution
And vanity became cuts of admiration
your virtues were sin and chastity
Brown stone ensures
that food for worms
may as blessed be
fertilizer for
liberty.

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