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...