poetry police
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I want to play the poetry policelike the old daDas did
Leninists throw bottles at the Tsarsecret police knock knockI am accused of not doing anything wrongexcept knowing what is not wrong to do
the police is askingfor my freedommy choice
but I cannot respondso they put me in a cellwith a phone for incoming calls
waitingwaiting…waiting
but no one callsso sad
so sad - I need to write some wordsto enlighten the worlds:
‘once upon time there was a Red Communisthiding for the Loud Capitalistowning only a tiny hammer and sickleno chance!’
whispering: ‘so there you go’