Willard Hunter
Don’t be concerned, step right this way,
I’ll tell you something else;
It is the natural position,
For political advantage always backfires,
Able to predict the distribution of income.
Don’t be afraid of us, we are all the same,
To put them in their place,
Look at each other for a few seconds,
You’re already a dozen decisions into it.
The animal was clearly not as agile,
Oh please, be my prisoner;
Putting the breaks on money growth,
Don’t fight with your pillow.
This Belarussian failure helps us,
To tell us that at the end of the line,
No one deserves to be treated,
As you have treated me.
No, I’m sure he wouldn’t,
The fancied clearness of Utopian vision,
Upon them like a million swords,
You won’t get the scientists to agree.
Recycled Poetry 