Untitled Poem #2

Time after time, line after line.

Puttin’ junkies in the juxtaposition of a Christian.

Fishin’ for man, woman, and child,

All singly filed, in a Government office,

Individually styled and tailor-made to fit the grade of

What they want you to be…

What is a Religion to a pigeon?

What is a degree to a tree?

Why man, does that define who you are,

And why do you push them on me?

So now Dr. Seuss is on the loose,

Mountain top like Zeus,

Cool cat, slow scat:

A-scibidy-bop-a-doo-bop-a-doo-wat!

  • Fin

Poetry and Art by:

Asher Aries

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