North American Dreaming: Viable Commodity
William Burkholder's poem brings words of real worth.
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The salesmen;
Tapping at my windows,
Rattling my door
Like strange rabid dogs,
Squatting in my front yard.
Crapping and spewing forth
A society's wasted effort.
Leaving piles on my doorstep.
Such things should not be wasted on paper.
Song and verse,
Poetry
Is a much more viable commodity,
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