Billboards Poem by nathan martin
Billboards
Rating: ★5.0
a less than perfect messiah talks a
little nonsense out the side of his mouth.
' i was chosen at the wrong time'
or so the sunburst washed sign read.
thin and so very tall the prophets of
propaganda walk through the city with
legs of aluminum and mouths of paper.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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4/24/2024 4:42:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is clever. You have an unusual way of anthropomorphizing things that I enjoy..