Since I can't write, call your deft words 'pretty'
that do not rant about about the state of play,
but to besmirch, turn my words to shitty,
Charlatan I am, backward in dismay.
I do forget that what we should defend:
Palestinian olive trees, happiness,
against the dark destroyers, who offend
little girls and boys loving prettiness...
But in my pig-hating slough, religion,
which I kick against, has seized so my mind.
I come from US, a backward nation,
where our habit has grown deeply unkind.
I say I am enlightened but I strain
to slacken in my darkness my deep chain.
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
