Muscle Poems

Luxurious waste.

Then culture is available

Down South, up North,

East and West

 

Maybe a longer wait on the bus,

On top of MARTA, or BART.

Write a Dear John later

To a Congress that lives far apart.

 

I rather live with more

Jobs on my fate

Than sell my own lawn,

Bury me, bury me

But not today.