Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
DETERRENT Your wars to wage Our children to bury Our First Amendment Your Espionage Act with it’s built in guilty clause On a silver platter our truth telller’s head Demanded minus one tongue Engorged politicians Impotent Dems Imposters hack actors Continue reading Deterrent & Two Other new Poems by Tricia L. Somers
Anti Masker Anthem (?) I won’t be washing my hands anymore I know it’s just a tactic they use to control me me me me me Not the germs that come from my filthy hands to keep others from getting Continue reading Anti Masker Anthem (?) & Two other new poems by Tricia L. Somers