Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,548 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

our round ball


Copies for the worker, always working.
Each round ball you never copy, comes around.
America which they can pull they push.
Africa the pharmaceutical the children's, candy ate.
China, and paid directly, organs playing monkeys make,
that nothing really is, entirely of.
Each damaged day unmade,
and wear the cloth and pray each night for day.

Submitted: Sunday, May 01, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 05, 2011

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