You Pompous Jerk

Find out where it is and toast it – fire it – melt it.
See what it is and claim no ownership.
Live it, breathe it – fight for it – discard it.

Sweep up pips and pops, bangs and shrill yelps.
Disown it, toss it far – sweep and suck it black.

Give nothing a chance. Drive nothing hard, whip it –
cruel taste – give nothing anything – anything but
something – hard time choke.

Shake and spank. Feed more, feel less –
press the metal, ticket taker – wind-driven hair.

Pompous jerk.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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