Monday, March 27, 2017

Poem XLIV: Automatically Translated Lament

Then they say there is crisis...
And all I will say is that my parents are vaniloqui
and without economic foundation.
But White lady and ugly at the register of the co-op,
what to buy,
how much for them to add up four Kiwi Organic Packaged
that seem like a box of chocolates?
Sucks to suck, and could I not get those loose for less?








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