The Word on the Street
Some guy was handing out Socialist street poetry down on 13th the other day. He asked me if I wanted some, and I declined.
I’m not sure if this is from the same guy or not, but thankfully, a co-worker took a poorly-photocopied poetry booklet from someone, which I subsequently found in the garbage. Check below the fold for an example of one Michael Chusid’s fine verse, from his epic “A Life of Livelihood: Workers of the World, Relax!”:
Finders-Losers
by Michael Chusid, 07-19-08, Eugene.
For Ant R.
All I’ve kept has turned out dross
Stones break up and turn to moss
+ lichen. Like it or not, success
only comes at another’s expense.Finding this out may take some years:
Self-sufficiency swims on others’ tears.
Giving in to loss of autonomy,
you’ll fall away from all the wannabes.With this said, weep for yrself, white devil!
Yr hair’s shorn short, but yr brain’s dissheveled.
You’ll always end where you’ve begun,
find yrself lost + think you’ve won.
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