les étés chauds sont la règle ici

The meek will not inherit the earth
or habitat in heaven, or experience
the nightlife in Havana…
as they can’t see the savanna from
their sub-topical pleas that mistakes
a keynote for keys to the Kingdom,
a rule of lock by the random

damn ’em

as by the book is how they get snookered,
with such, a 19th century turn of the page,
in a script to rage, riot and, seek revenge
against the equally disenfranchised

dumb disciples

some bad doggerel done with baseball on the radio as background.. and french pretension warming up in the bullpen

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