IDEA OF THE WEEK
the dollar lies on the table
a crumpled george stares
steadfastly at me
as I write my critique
to a poet
who someday may need no critique from
some no one
such as
I
A crumpled george stares
back
he looks to be still troubled by those bad teeth
after all these
years
Ah george, get off my case I say
I told her the best I could
you smile the best you can
don’t you, George
you smile the best you
can
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