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Friday, September 8, 2017

Economics Poem- "Economic Justice"

“Economic Justice”

On my theft of your complaint I deny much beauty,
For I’m so beautiful that you may kill me.
There’s shock to our hands which reforms the pain
As pleasure exhibits from the forced sensation of rain,
And thus my dire mind about returning mention off seas,
For I’m so beautiful that you may kill me.
We’ve gone over a Country Worm on VHS to black-eye’d peas-
After someone’s hip for this sleighing Santa across Van Nuys
To softly hear sixty years so apart from 80’s through glee,
For I’m so beautiful that you may kill me.
Before states are united as open,
(Although Primos share farmers as brothers to seas)
Low hits because of radio’s baby talk forgotten toward omens,
Beyond our threshold against Republican tax at lee
For I’m so beautiful that you may kill me.

On my theft of your complaint I deny much beauty,
For I’m so beautiful that you may kill me.





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