Saturday, October 20, 2018

Laureate's Defence


Smoothly sincere
I am poetry's Speer
Doing ballet with the facts.

The judges look stern,
They don't want to learn
They also had stocks in the camps.

Jeez, we only had slaves
Hell, they sometimes got paid
It's not like we wanted to kill.

But next to the dock
In a coffin-shaped box
The evidence is solemn and still.

Why then, why then,
In my many play-pens
Did I not learn the value of work?

I guess I didn't defer
To leave my options preferred,
And left the sweating to jerks.

- Finn Harvor

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Originally appeared in Former People

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