A Dank Submission Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

A Dank Submission



The bleak, rusting
Bars
The patrons,
The heartless whir
In a dispute with
The soulless.

It was like seeing
Frail, tacit fires
Instigate an
Incineration in a
Moist marsh -

Pointless, like
The bars that siphon
Sobriety from the
Populace -

And the populace permits this
Madness.

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