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tax the rich/ remembering debbie possun

Posted to Poetry and Politics




feed the poor
til there Are no ich no more.

concentrations of wealth don't bother me.
it's just the manipulation, the deceipt, the greed/
and the stupidity of the commoners to let it all happen.

we can do it, you know, encounter the deficit by converting away from a war based economy.

nice vibes about spinal cord injured folks. i worked at crotched mountain rehab center, greenfield new hampshire in 1973 as an aide. first job i had after leaving the bank as a pilot. had more fun, too. i can remember the kids, too. and this one nursing assistant, debbie possun, who was staying in a tent outside the summer, then got a place at a farmhouse cider mill also with a large tomato patch. she drank moulson ale and played zappa. she used to say, "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." we went canoing on july 4th, 1973, smoked pot also, walked about in small NH town with its flags and all.
last time i saw her was in snow, sunshine, her red hair.

sweet grapes. and that's the truth!