A poem about the last conversation with my worst boss, during which he said that I and my whole generation were entitled. I lash at

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A poem about the last conversation with my worst boss, during which he said that I and my whole generation were entitled. I lash at
A little poem as we go into Election Day… Two hands drape a branchOver the shoulders A branch hanging down his spine We all have
Warning: this poem deals with the gun violence in schools. The following poem was written after the murder of children in a mass shooting in
I originally wrote this poem when I was just home from getting my MA in Ireland and broke. maybe it was Destiny or Fate which
Well, it sounds like thunder but I don’t believe in rain and who ever heard of getting wet? Rain jackets can’t stop all and I’m