Poetic License

Poetic License

By Patrick Doyle

Perform every chance you get. Put on a mascarade, pull back from reality.
In the New York City subway, I saw performances.
Barbershop Quarter paid to a paper bag.
A beat-rap bouncing off Ebola in NYC.
Ebola came to NYC and I got to see
in the flesh
a response on some sort of National scale involved
with where I was
A woman died from a train hitting her.
They said an hour to get going,
do they know what a train does to a human body?
One man in a trenchcoat spoke of how Obama is like
Nero, playin’ fiddle to golf,
while Rome sparks.
That congo drum while Ebola is a welcoming visit,
lays out the guy in gear flash from the eighties.
A guy gave a reel-to-reel review of an NFL
football game through a four-star hotel
glass wall.
Perform every chance you get.

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