Poems of Charles HIce
April is a Tin Cupp
April is a Tin Cupp
Why April why not May or June July or Gustus sitting bull or even Green Light upon the Door Geronimo the store accepts all Majors Credits Cards the Ides of April has the same appeal of Marching to the Rythmic possibilites Marry me in April has the same as June is busting out all over. There should be a play on Broadway call it facebook let this homeless poet write it fill the stage with people doing one liners one man saying like button over and over while another says facebook comments one person is the photo one girl is facebook notes in the background is a picture of my timeline with a scrolling every word that eye have written down one after the other then disclaimer this is close but not eecummings after all the women sing a facebook song while all the men dance a facebook dance the idea that they are on the facebook wall but cohesive we need people to be on guard against every wind of doctrine of the ear heeds no listener but wait fate rules most people and the number of the name is now the phone calls someone you must knoe is still a wrong number or unsolicited falderhof wait eye meant folderol no matter they might both mean quite the same thing but only differantly intended to confuse the masses nammed me WInston Smith when eye hung outside the lieberry window accused of smoking and womanizing they Effigized me intending death in the form of each and every day as eye walk the bored walk of new yorkshire terrorists drugged and intended victims intent on revenge eye see the path of the Lord his footstepes in blood his pain was unimaginable the sorrow of a god serving his creation none of us worth the things he did for us not one of us in heaven can ever give enough praise to ever equate one small sacrifice of the jesus come and iff eye must divide my kingdom what is left of heaven will finally be enough it will be more then enough to last forever on the sidewalk near the bus stop on the corner is a blind man with a tin cup he is silent begging for the pennies that he needs to read these words in April is a Tin Cupp
Why April why not May or June July or Gustus sitting bull or even Green Light upon the Door Geronimo the store accepts all Majors Credits Cards the Ides of April has the same appeal of Marching to the Rythmic possibilites Marry me in April has the same as June is busting out all over. There should be a play on Broadway call it facebook let this homeless poet write it fill the stage with people doing one liners one man saying like button over and over while another says facebook comments one person is the photo one girl is facebook notes in the background is a picture of my timeline with a scrolling every word that eye have written down one after the other then disclaimer this is close but not eecummings after all the women sing a facebook song while all the men dance a facebook dance the idea that they are on the facebook wall but cohesive we need people to be on guard against every wind of doctrine of the ear heeds no listener but wait fate rules most people and the number of the name is now the phone calls someone you must knoe is still a wrong number or unsolicited falderhof wait eye meant folderol no matter they might both mean quite the same thing but only differantly intended to confuse the masses nammed me WInston Smith when eye hung outside the lieberry window accused of smoking and womanizing they Effigized me intending death in the form of each and every day as eye walk the bored walk of new yorkshire terrorists drugged and intended victims intent on revenge eye see the path of the Lord his footstepes in blood his pain was unimaginable the sorrow of a god serving his creation none of us worth the things he did for us not one of us in heaven can ever give enough praise to ever equate one small sacrifice of the jesus come and iff eye must divide my kingdom what is left of heaven will finally be enough it will be more then enough to last forever on the sidewalk near the bus stop on the corner is a blind man with a tin cup he is silent begging for the pennies that he needs to read these words in April is a Tin Cupp
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April is a Tin Cupp
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