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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