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089 Poetry in a bag

User by kenny g
I don't know what to say
that isn't said daily
I write poetry to cope
I write poetry in an America
where poetry has gone hiding
I drink poetry out of a bag
and wait out my life until
my blood is incoming
drip by drip from a bag
constructed from various
barrels of crude oil
stretched thin across
a membrane
Tomi Lahren defends
the membrane
formed from the sadness
Tomi Lahren made her way
into my poem tonight
not for her pornographic
Tomi Lahren lives in Dallas
there they make things
from the crude
her blonde hair
tested in a wind tunnel
from reasoning to reasoning
somehow this country
is genocide's gift to her
despite all gifts sent
-stolen poetry
delivered in bags
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