A Sabatical Thought Poem by Dean Meredith

A Sabatical Thought



I do not see you anymore

Your so called satire of a million plumes
Whose boot on whose throat?

And what is meant by graceful penitence?
By whose falling grace eh?
Whose petticoat, whose jock-strap?
Whose fortitude of thrift?
Could possibly pay for all this

Debt is handed down via DNA

Friday, March 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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