If I could speak
I wish I could speak like he did-
he spoke on highways and
in tall grasses that our
teachers couldn't even see in.
He could grab a naked audience
and dress them in his words-
he'd clothe them in anecdotes
and commas and jewelery
then tell all the jewish mothers in
town that he was better than their
sons. And oh,
did they cry,
But boo-hoo,
any mutt still cries
bow-wow to any bitch
that passes by.
Hello. Just say,
hi.
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