Friday, February 11, 2011

Milwaukee Socialists

I was pleasantly surprised
at just what white lights could do
to rust covered towers,
like socialist angels
dancing tangos and sambas
up and down the sewers.

I was pleasantly amazed
at the stench of the ales and ciders
that weighed so heavily on my shoulders.
I clapped while fathers and the ambitious
draped themselves in the robes
that were once rightfully mine.

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