Monday, September 13, 2010

 

Etiquette

Friend hints you're on list so
you go to Feds. They insist

upon solo prolix,
of wide complexity

to square their crated
evidence. Having sung

thus, duly awarded a tract
home in a strange place mid

alien corn. American-Dreaming
neighbors big on Little League.

At old digs, despised:
ratted when, instead,
one for team required.

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