<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wankers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being born Ignorant; in America<br>it feels strange to know nothing.<br>And of this your secret most will lie <br>never to be so sure, safety.<br>I walk into a store; out over there<br>next too that place out yonder, <br>that same chamber of commerce, <br>billed as your next heart of America.<br>Of what is red and white or real, <br>blue some what like you, when I smile.<br>I ask the old balding tailor who speaks<br>with a fake french midwestern accent <br>I'm sure he is wankers and the worst of it.<br>I see the empty Rosetta stone case empty<br>But forced to prequalify again or so I feel, <br>Or Well, it does seem so: some where out here, <br>Someone must know about it so I ask the tailor.<br>In America so full of wankers, and if you ask them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Is+It+Poetry">Is It Poetry</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581901" data-title="Wankers de Is It Poetry" data-description="Being born Ignorant; in America it feels strange to know nothing. And of this your secret most will lie never to be so sure, safety. I walk into a store; out over there next too that place out yonder, that same chamber of commerce, billed as yo..."></div> </div> </div>

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