Poetry Corner: That Man’s America
That Man’s America by S. A. Gerber I struggle to stand on the wave covered deck. My work boots are held together with glue and screws. I impress the Liberals with my ragged appearance. I will work until they say stop. I will eat their leftover sandwiches and drink free coffee. I smoke on their loading docks and write poetry. I accept their pay and do not ask for more. I [...]