POEM; Our Issue
I think I know what our issue is
at least I have an idea
To you, America is a noun
To me, America is a verb
To you, America is an INTERJECTION!
We were always taught that America is a conjunction,
But I’ve come to see it as a question,
I wonder if it shouldn’t be a preposition
I guess that’s our other problem;
I listen, read, consider, discuss, and then write
But you just watch and then shout.
I try to listen to you, but get so tired of the shouting
that I seek shelter in my reading
On rare occasion, you tell me that you want to listen to me,
but then it turned out that you were just looking for something new to shout about.
I know I could be wrong,
no doubt you’re ready to shout that I am,
but anyway- that’s what I’m beginning to think the problem might be.
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