Poetry of the day..

The South Got Remark

Not an ounce of your body's blood

is yours alone, yet you dare

convey it across state lines,

recognizing what befalls anybody got

with that sort of stash.

You may think you have no complement,

in any case, open your mouth

and I'm all they hear. Not a word you state

has a place with you.

A Cadillac's trunk,

an unfilled storeroom, dumpster, grave:

how is the state of your mouth any unique?