Happy Poems
Set me in a nice world -
But even Brooke knew war -
And perhaps my poems
Won't be angry anymore.
Let me retrogress
From negativity
To a more benign
And gentle poesy.
I can't help the black man,
Do nothing to endear
Gays to Christian bigots,
Let immigrants stay here.
I can't wrest a rifle
From the NRA.
Background checks are sensible.
That's all there is to say.
Rock supplanted music.
Poetry is dead.
The country runs red lights.
All of that's been said.
Now I will forget it,
Write poesy alone,
Half-maddened like a dog
Hiding with a bone.
12-2-13
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