Jeb Bush Isn'T Poetry Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Jeb Bush Isn'T Poetry



Jeb got caught
watching his black poodle shit in the middle
of your white carpet
and you with an Emory board wrapped it around
his yellow pencil.
Words of love that mean absolutely nothing
as your neighbor
is chased around Jeb Bush then Jeb Bush
shoots him.
It was Jeb
that passed the stand your ground law
how many useless deaths latter and more to come.
When you wipe your ass
does your finger slip through the paper
cutting back on expenses is what he tells you.
If he was still governor he would only put his head in.
Now you vote Republican and expect some thing different.

Friday, August 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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