Punk Poem
Rage like what the fuck
it’s rage like madness everywhere
like rage tequila rage
the rage of fucking madness rage
an exclamation fucking rage!
OK. Historically
this rage begins at THE beginning:
World War One, the war
to end all wars. Yeah, right. Just fucking
blow me! Dresden. My Lai. Baghdad.
Rage against the ego!
Rage against the fucking mind!
And rage against the poor
indoctrination that our rage
endows upon the raging child.
~Gregoire Feugill Poirier 2007
FRESH POSSIBILITIES
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Today we will look at a seasonal poem by A. E. Housman, taking it verse by
verse. XVI — SPRING MORNING Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot
renews,And ...
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