We Old Dudes Poem by Joan Murray

We Old Dudes



We old dudes. We
White shoes. We

Golf ball. We
Eat mall. We

Soak teeth. We
Palm Beach; We

Vote red. We
Soon dead.

Friday, January 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,golf
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