buy a lie
bed a dream
sleep a life
bleed a day
feed a home
rotten wood
indians gone
* * *
now, they're timber barons
begging toothpicks
for casino martinis,
slumdog zillionheirs.
*** *** ***
poor form
forms poor
farms, grown
of groans.
never needed a farm
needed range.
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