Rusty Constitution Poem by Jonathan Tafreg
Rusty Constitution
How can you talk about the past,
And then you call it the prediction,
Don't you know the future,
I'm asking you?
How can you talk about the rust,
And then you hate the revolution,
Don't you get the picture,
I'm asking you?
How can you talk about the blast,
And then you call it Constitution,
Don't you get the stricture,
I'm asking you?
This is not bad, I only have one thing, and it is that said about the future. It reads like a paradox.
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4/23/2024 9:25:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well thought out and nicely penned.......