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On Tuesdays I taste the barren,
impolite paste of the plaintiff.
The mock hero who gets
all the sympathy. The whole enchillada
starts with him: Alpha. Omega.
Big fuckin' deal.
Get a ticket
'n take a seat.
Watch the full scope
of your sterile crusade.
Fold the indigo bunting
into teeny, tiny squares.

You haven't a sixpenth's chance in hell
of proving yourself a foot soldier,
comporting yourself that way.
A citizen of democracy walks aright.
No slouch, no droopy posture.
Only the wounds of war we can't heal

                           Mike Jurkovic