The Noose Is On The Loose Poem by Matt Mondschein

The Noose Is On The Loose



Now, the noose
In all its' horror
Past and present
Shame and disgrace

I guess the wild west only hung
Men of color
Lets' now, take it out of the game, CLUE
It was the professer in the kitchen
With a rope

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