Book of Poems

The Duck

Anarchy is a snotty duck

that waddles his uneven way

drunk on rum-sodden bits of bread

as he mumbles Marx under his beaky breath

I inhale colored feathery down, sneeze

and cough behind this ridiculous duck

though follow blindly- false hope

to capture some kind of freedom

Mr. Duck, your gait belies your politics,

a duck like you can’t possibly swim

though you take to the water,

well, like an anarchist

-Colby Holland