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Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Iowa City Glory

Poets roam country streets
and doze in hobbit holes
Pull raw squid from dumpsters
try to get sober
when they aren't dying drunk
Trash only covers sidewalks everywhere
and by dumpsters
Almost everyone thinks they know
better ways of making money
I wait with the taser
and look back into the eyes
of horrified professionals
bumpkin yuppies
Poets roam country streets
homeless are not hopeless
with near and dear revolutionaries,
dreamers and lovers of
all kinds
M Schiotis
Topic(s) of this poem: poets,homeless
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