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Chicagoetry: The Hate Song Of Walt Price-FriedhamThe Hate Song of Walt Price-Friedham What price freedom? Has failed, like a patient How shall I wear my hair Short back and sides I would be a Fool Venerated, omnipotent, vengeful God Let the coastal elites I shall do my bitter best I shall be free With obvious moral disease, Over pampered rabble Let the cursed impoverished Let them disturb the universe Perhaps I am just old I say what I mean: Man as proud man, woman Let the moochers and malingerers Scuttle toward their pinned and wriggling on the wall, By burning down the house To despoil, divide, dehumanize, My certainty shall ne'er Flicker. Never, ever betraying my fear. All evil is of the opposition, Is mine. Is this a crime? - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on September 5, 2018 |
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