Virtual American Gulag Poem by Hubert Wilson

Virtual American Gulag



Ultimate unpleasant island assignment.
Stuck in dreary confinement.
Just the faint hope of leaving one distant day.
7 days in each week only dripped away.
9 months of this perverted gestation -
9 months of tortuous aberration!

Saturday, December 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: leaving
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Hubert Wilson

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