Poem

Commerce-Shawl Passion

May Seas, I heard are when the fish breed;

Or, at least, sometime during the April trees;

They are cut down, fish breathe air and drown-

Unlike u.s., we drink water and forget, and beget-

The T.V., Shirley Temple, the wireless router-

Routes us to the buyer, the flyer, and the publicity-

In December I remember our greed-

In April it is buried,

That is when I plant the tree.

The cherry drink is better than the real one, at the temple-

They preach such horrible things there, so I beware-

And watch the T.V., where adversity-ties the images together;

Plots are interrupted by cars, stars, and alcoholic chaos-

I wonder if the pope or priest wears the expensive perfumes-

In December I remember our greed-

In April it is buried,

That is when I plant the tree.

I cannot choose, I cannot choose the sides!

Of the shoes I am buying, one is red and another blue-

I know the reindeer are not truly flying-

But I know many here need a free flight to a new store, or two-

I drop the shoes midway, and leave behind the May Seas;

For in December I remember our greed.

In April it is buried.

And once the popes have died;

Preacher shall come to me, 

And whoever they may be;

I will beg of them to beget them a tree.

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