Social Poems Political Poems

cop on a cell phone what is allowable maintains a shape in his head like three colors only red, white and blue god how lonely an ugly right and a very wrong singing to itself this tired old song let FREEDOM ring! as nature finally places the all-important call to his consciousness

those who presume to know anything about others are not the attractive ones

he would just have probably shook his head at your obsession with him having missed his point altogether

brow furrowing couple stop, squint, then silently struggle over the specifics of their moral opposition