Trench 143
You lovers, admirers
Of Ronald; the Reagan
You the fooled
(Hollywood’s)
You, the so called, my friends
Go open, screen
YouTube; and Trench
And observe 1-4-3
A mother, son in war
His absence; her carpet
And after fifteen years
Their unite; bones return
You the fools, and Reagan
The dummies; and bastard.
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