Poetry don’t need no reservation.
Rich seam of adjectives.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
But we all know where the buffalo roam.
And it ain’t in no reservation.
Neat.
Defined.
So genteel.
When so much depends.
On the cavalry call.
The bugle.
That tells you.
It’s time.
To go apache.
On the gig.
Burn down Tom’s cabin.
Throw away the trinkets.
We’re looking for scalps.
White man.
Red man.
Black man.
Yellow man.
Someone
Has.
Gotta.
Pay.
See The Reservation and all the other dramatic pieces of verbal and visual art in the critically acclaimed collection of digidelic delight 'I Love The Internet' here: http://itsapoeticalworld.com/book-shop/
Rich seam of adjectives.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
But we all know where the buffalo roam.
And it ain’t in no reservation.
Neat.
Defined.
So genteel.
When so much depends.
On the cavalry call.
The bugle.
That tells you.
It’s time.
To go apache.
On the gig.
Master Musicians of Joujouka by Jill Furmonovsky |
Burn down Tom’s cabin.
Throw away the trinkets.
We’re looking for scalps.
White man.
Red man.
Black man.
Yellow man.
Someone
Has.
Gotta.
Pay.
See The Reservation and all the other dramatic pieces of verbal and visual art in the critically acclaimed collection of digidelic delight 'I Love The Internet' here: http://itsapoeticalworld.com/book-shop/
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