How is it not a poem coat?
Must it rhyme and ring from the back
of the throat.
Must it be dainty or whiny
like your wife´s hiney.
Does it lack similies
like faces without smiles,
church with no belief.
Had it not metaphors
to ponder?
Or did it just break the hopes
of your false utopian gondwana-land
gun oil land dream.
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