$ummer '97

It's summer now
The days are longer
Our lies must be stronger

It's summer now
We chase the dollar
With more sweat upon the collar

It's summer now
In a lighter suit
Hope our ass-kissing bears fruit

It's summer now
With each warm breath
A chance to work yourself to death

Rich Baran
(composed on Adolph Hitler's 107th birthday)

Smokey Joe's Poetry Corner

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