May 17 by The Running Son
trading x traitors
One day, a day trading
bull baiting lady
cross main street, faced age,
(debated it with little mercy)
and staged her
obituary, while tirelessly defacing
that make any street worth taking.
Lately, this woman
was coming off wooden in meetings, speaking,
she needed a vacation
from these meeting people in walls
and across streets.
People seeding markets needing urban
transportation making patients
out of people. Tox-shots, and betting
wooden nickles the
wall drug dime-stock market
will be closed down. At least smiles
and eyebrows will all be up, and open.
by Jim Aldrich
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