Monday, July 19, 2004

Just another bad poet with a drink

I drink green tea
leave the bag in the pot
drink my cup
with the dregs
and it's a bitter taste
a taste of iron
at the bottom of that glass bottle

Tastes like iron
like a cheap knife tastes
tastes like blood
like a blunt knife cuts

I am america
cut me
and i bleed green
tea

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