by Jerry Ratch
They're young and haughty.
27's still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there's a problem!
Poetry is dead, they say,
but God's okay.
So is QVC.
I didn't want to
shame the sky,
but it's the Age of Bullfrog.
It's the Age of Bull Roar.
The Age of Absolute Bullshit.
In fact,
it's the New Age of Bullshit.
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