I wrote this covered in grapes-
Sunday will bring blissful chuckling-
to my barn with cattle and ducklings.
Fly with a ribbon to tell me your here-
guard the punch.
Noisiest yes, when things go well,
saddest if not for Polish amusement-
tell Magdalena all is not gone.
A museum is much to what we admire
Nothing published is how the planner-
got wired.
Noose to the left and fins to my right
Yes I am American, this keeps me mundane
'cause my country is drowned with tribulation
from one line, "Do what you want."-
has this been the reason for my discontent?
Go home immigrants because this is not a joyful place,
monkey's in a cage make more dinero than my mom and dad.
Own faults yes lets not split hairs, but in a third world country-
it would be the same without the sniff of hope.
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