Don't Shut Us Out

We do not print poetry
The newspaper said
So I burned that paper
Instead

They write about rape, murders and theft
From day to day politics
To the little good will, man does
Are we in a curse
How dare they not print
Our verse

We shall and forever be
A very, very poetic
Society
In our mind, body and soul

So run your papers
Run them in black
Sell them in your box
I'll keep my fifty cents
I'm not coming back

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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