Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Martin Luther King
Anonymous
Listen not to my trifles but realize your own
"Alms for the poor!" cried the immediately, sexy Martin Luther King
Buried in the sand, a solitary fur stuck out.
Crooked smiles were relieved as the heads rolled along the aquamarine tiled floor
He was really really optimistic
Last for the pacifying first for the eating--Now you must contemplate
Martin Luther King trembled, his Miles Davis shook,
Why ask why ? One realizes this always.
Right here, right now, and for each and every garbage man.


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