Poems from bookworm1211

  To make a boy a soldier Give him a uniform and gun. Tell him living is a sin, And to curse the wise who run.   Say “We few, we happy few...
  I am rather annoyed To be studying Freud. The ego, superego, and id. I wish to take an eraser To his subconscious glacier He must have...
The city lives there on the  sidewalks of West Rogers Park Chicago. I can hear its rhythm in the voice of the old lady who said good...