Bodies bled for it
Cops clubbed for it
Dogs drooled
Everyone envies for a bite of it
Felons forfeited it
Gold was gambled away to finance it
Hats were heaved in the air to cheer for it
I inherited it.
Jailers had jobs because of it
Kneelers knelt in thanksgiving for it
Laborers languished under it
Masses were murdered for it
No one really needed it
Orators orated
Politicians paid their way into it
Quotes of old were quoted about it
Reporters reinforced it
Soldiers slaughtered and were slaughtered for it
Teachers taught it
Universities undergirded it
Voters vouched for it
Writers wrote
Xerox machines xeroxed the forms that you had to fill out if you were willing to take part in it
You get yelled at if you don't want it any more
Zealots are zealous for it
Now that I know my ABC's, I long for a different alphabet. How can I sell out without being a rotten sellout? But this pearl of great price has turned out to be a counterfeit. Can I just put it in the recycling bin and hope they make something better next time? Or can I confound it all by striving for the lowest servitude?
2 comments:
Sara, you have a great blog. I also wanted to let you know that I have quoted you in a recent post on my blog.
Wow, you know your ABCs. That's great -- I just now came across your blog because your poem "for flag day" was quoted at http://crossleft.net/node/6933. And misunderstood by one commentator.
I hope you keep writing.
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