Ireland gobbles up an economic cancer,
waits ten years, then craps a crab.
Boys wearing pants with patched knees
push down the same girl, then ten years later
line up in front of her ruler.
Eat right and your baby won't decide its own fate,
Draw great pictures and the water won't get sucked back into the earth
and leave a thin climate, and umbrellas punched full of holes.
last night my friend flopped onto her bed and said to me,
"I don't know how you plan to be straight and expect
anyone to keep up with you."
Maybe if she knew that I march out in short brown hair,
darting eyes and a banner smile,
holding one hand over my hard-earned Wendy.
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