Scrawl airless sonnets
to bounce like rubber into shiv'd arms
for those involved in minion trends.
Our ghetto brethren
from A to Z
have us frolicking
on shells
to skip a word or six.
The death bambinos
suckling from cruel iron rows
under broken skylights.
A queer uprising
failures on the captain ship....
© Steven Francis poems 2012
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