Don’t Ya Just Wish You Could Flush
The Lies
black ink slides off the newspaper
on to your hands
as easily as politicians lies
fill your eardrums
ink
is difficult to wash off
but their lies fill you up
till
you feel like you got the runs
then one visit to the loo
just isn’t enough
Clyde A. Wray
May 1, 2009
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Friday, May 1, 2009
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