babbling brooks nestled amongst lush green swards
fauna, foliage in delicate sweet balance as honey bees
drink sweet nectar from lovely, sparse winter trees
yet these words do not rhyme or have a set scheme
no Shakespearean iambic pentameter, limerick, or
any other set structure that many serious poets like
just free verse with simple words flowing in and out
writing more about society, the state of the world
than romance or nature like many milquetoast poets
so to hell with endless poems of babbling brooks
so to hell with endless poems about succulent breasts
lay down the hard line of bullet splattered brains
limbs torn from bodies paying the tab at the gas station
while endless diseased super rich callously destroy
everything in sight for another billion to hide in
Cayman Island bank accounts while exploited child labor
in Honduras make their $2000 Italian suits...
now that's some hard lines many do not think belong
in the soft, delicate world of most poets and poetry
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