ELEVEN
ELEVEN ELEVEN
When all the ones are ONE
When Hell freezes over
When September stops feeling
like the start of a new school year
When Moses comes down the
mountain with Viagra & Prozac Tablets
When a+b does not = c ever again
(they never should have in the first place)
When tired old Obama is no longer
1/2 the man he used to be
When the war on drugs has legs
When Rob Ford is wrestled to the ground
When the referents in this poem are
returned to their rightful owners
When the thing that has been foretold
starts happening
Remember you are free to go
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*(today someone said to me: I really need to have this once before I die
I passed the request onto the Clean-Up Committee)
Fall 2013
songanddancegirl 