Shame At A Range Poem by Jude Ryans
Shame At A Range
Shame at a range - All you
smokers, gangsters, just jesters,
Can't you see the joke, The laughs
on you
Dead wage summer days,
In this age nothing to do but wait,
Hitting on a different stage,
Who's the blame,
The man's insane
Saying swaying children playing,
Birds flying shallow women crying,
Hear the noise of the idle men
laying lying to say their even buying
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