Ain’t no cracked moose ribs
or coyote teeth
Only John and Yoko,
fraying at the edges,
furled battle flags,
and old men.
Filed under outlaw poetry, poetry, politics,
Tagged as John Lennon, Peace, War, Yoko Ono
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I meant NY, not work.
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