Rife with reasons to soft shoe this stampede
I’m going to heel-toe and pearl clutch poetry

I hear the herd and fear for the sheep
but too steep this self-referential sleep walk
through all the manure, and bully pulpit bathos

living language informs people present-
eulogy’s lyric can tender tempo a passing-
but a body politic self-deceived is diseased
beyond comprehension, and perhaps, beyond

NaPoWriMo April 2020. Number 1

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