Sucks to be
You and you
And yours
--And--
Happy Holidays
I've boarded the choo - choo
To absolutely nowhere
And it derails into News 41
Why would anyone want to sleep
Under The Piccadilly Press, Register,
Times, Report.
Waking up every morning to
Britney, $4.00 oil. . .Oh! And
.Look.
The neighbor-hood dog
(The one who stole your meal last week)
Saved the pent house chick from a fire.
They're going to give the dog
And she
A new house; they are both lovely and blonde.
While we struggle to pay
For our snot-colored homes that
Fall apart
And I say NO! Not until it's back to the original,
NO! Until I can open a paper and smile at its contents NO!
Until it's changed Right and we are all brought to a place called home. Even. . .
Hola. Mas NO! NO! NO! Yo quiero LIBERTY
y LIFE y una casa. . .NO!
Yo quier--- [This poet has been deported.]
Bang, up from the papers.
You can't censor me here!
You can't stop.
You can't listen.
You can't because you are mine and
I will take back control as
Was meant
You can't---
[This poet has been deported back to communist land]
.click.
.click.
-- Sarah Fairchild. Class of '08.
