Modern 20's Poem by Cree Stewart
Modern 20's
THIS IS HOOEY
ALL THE FLOUR-LOVERS
ALL THE FLYBOYS
CAN CHASE YOURSELF!
NO ONE CARES
YOURS A HIGH-HAT
A GOLD DIGGER
AND A FOUR-FLUSHER
YOU GO AND GET FRIED
BUT ALL YOU DO IS LOOSE PRIDE
YOU WALK AROUND IN YOUR GLAD-RAGS
AND JACK IN YOUR POCKET
YOUR MANACLES IN YOUR PURSE
SO YOU WONT BE ICY-MITT
YOU THINK YOUR TIGHT
BUT I THINK YOUR A PIKER! ! !
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